Losing My religion
Let's take a trip, back into time, as I explain
Things ain't the same, I'm goin' back down memory lane
And as I travel, dirt roads of gravel
Two sets of foot prints for me and my shadow
The Unholy speaks as I walk in my sleep
And my speech makes you weak
Means my words are deep
You see society's sprung on a Bible and a man
With the will of the devil to destroy and he can
You see, time after time, have I made up my mind
Should I be a vegetarian or die eating swine
Can I lose my religion, every day, it's a habit
Is religion just for kids or am I a silly rabbit?
Am I lost in a book that says sins are forbidden
Who am I to believe when the Bible was really written?
I don't know, will I die?
I can't live in a lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm losin my religion
Am I wrong or insane, using God's name in vain
When the preacher sells cocaine, how am I to be sane
You see first he's a preacher, now he's slangin' ki's
College educated from workin' at Mickey D's
I got no say in the world today
Livin' in AmeriKKK
You call me the devil 'cause I refuse to pray
But your religious games I refuse to play
Bible study's not my buddy
Shake the preacher, now my hand's all bloody
Daily gossip, religious philosophies
Nigga please, I'm losin my religion
Things ain't the same, I'm goin' back down memory lane
And as I travel, dirt roads of gravel
Two sets of foot prints for me and my shadow
The Unholy speaks as I walk in my sleep
And my speech makes you weak
Means my words are deep
You see society's sprung on a Bible and a man
With the will of the devil to destroy and he can
You see, time after time, have I made up my mind
Should I be a vegetarian or die eating swine
Can I lose my religion, every day, it's a habit
Is religion just for kids or am I a silly rabbit?
Am I lost in a book that says sins are forbidden
Who am I to believe when the Bible was really written?
I don't know, will I die?
I can't live in a lie
Cross my heart and hope to die
I'm losin my religion
Am I wrong or insane, using God's name in vain
When the preacher sells cocaine, how am I to be sane
You see first he's a preacher, now he's slangin' ki's
College educated from workin' at Mickey D's
I got no say in the world today
Livin' in AmeriKKK
You call me the devil 'cause I refuse to pray
But your religious games I refuse to play
Bible study's not my buddy
Shake the preacher, now my hand's all bloody
Daily gossip, religious philosophies
Nigga please, I'm losin my religion
Credits
Writer(s): John Michael Stipe, Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, William Thomas Berry
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