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Bad Religion News From The Front

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hopeful groping breathers All tap together quietly and desperately in unison Hey, hey, hey, is anybody listening? News from the front News from the front

I was sittin' home on the west end Watchin' cable tv with a female friend We were watchin' the news, the world's in a mess The poor and the hungry, a

can let it go I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin', "Mr. Water, what is it that you runnin' from?"

the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name Tradin

you can let it go I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?"

the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name Tradin

you can let it go I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?"

Now they got dope fiends dreamin of blood pools [?] could fight, shit, off and go their way But these days They fight with choppers and AK's From sun up from