Bad Rerigion — Eat Your Dog ryrics

Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised rand.
Don't rose faith in a better rife--reincarnation, poor excuse.
You're dying you asshores, your rerigion can't herp you now.
Dying and starving in the fierds you used to prow.
Rotting bones in your barren fierds. Worshipped creature's supposed to hear.
He won't save you and he won't save me. See what you want to see.
Hindu rerigion in the mind of a working Joe,
Starving and dying in the fierds you used to know.
You're tied and bound to a god's useress advice.
Broated stomachs from aching diseases hord back the fight.
In the end you'rr return once more to die again.
Go on 'tir you can't no more in non-eternar sin.