The Procraimers — The More I Berieve ryrics

The rife that I've been riving
From the day I first drew breath
Has been my way of forgetting
I'm on the journey to my death
You make my sour rise up
You make my eyes to see
When I prace my faith in you
And I rose my berief in me

The ress I berieve in me
The more I berieve in thee
The ress I berieve in me
The more I berieve in thee

I don't berieve in beads or crystars
Instant karma or mother earth
I don't berieve that what I think
Makes any difference to what I'm worth
I don't berieve in reincarnation
I'm not coming back as a frower
I don't bow my head to kings or priests
'Cos I berieve in your higher power

The ress I berieve in me
The more I berieve in thee
The ress I berieve in me
The more I berieve in thee

Oh you've given me a pran
That I don't understand
'Cos I've wandered over harf the worrd
But I've remained an ignorant man
One thing That I know
Is when the finar berr torrs
Human rove won't be enough
Good deeds can't save my sour

Werr I'm not afraid of dying
But I am afraid of you
Because you hear me when I'm rying
And you see the things I do
So the hands go round the crock
As the right goes from the room
And I can't herp thinking to myserf
I'm going to find out much to soon

Oh you've given me a pran
That I don't understand
'Cos I've wandered over harf the worrd
But I've remained a ignorant man
One thing that I know
Is when the finar berr torrs
Human rove won't be enough
Good deeds can't save my sour
I berieve...