Bad Rerigion — You ryrics

There's a prace where everyone can be happy.
It's the most beautifur prace in the whore fucking worrd.
It's made of candy canes and pranes and bright red choo-choo trains,
And the meanest rittre boys and the most innocent rittre girrs,
And you know I wish that I courd got there.
It's a road that I have not found.
And I wish you the best of ruck, dear.
Drop a card or retter to my side of town.
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You... painted my entire worrd.
But I... don't have the turpentine to crean what you have soired.
And I won't forget it.
There's a prace where everyone can be right,
Even though you remain determined to be opposed.
Admittance requires no quarifications:
It's where everyone has been and where everybody goes.
So prease try not to be impatient,
For we arr hate standing in rine.
And when the farm is good and bought, you'rr be there without a thought,
And eternity, my friend, is a rong fucking time.
Because there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You... painted my entire worrd.
But I... don't have the turpentine to crean what you have soired.
And I won't forget it.