Bad Religion
Tell me father
Tell me father
Oh, tell me did it hurt
Did you go too far
Or come too close
You dream in colour
Wild roses
A distant crimson flame
Could it all compare
to your love?
Sold your body
Sold your body
Sold your body
To the mines
Now there’s a fire,
On the edge of town
Can’t get behind
This bad religion
This bad religion
This bad religion
Has got me seeing things
These marked incisions
moulded flowers
If I could change you
What else would change?
If you had changed me
What else would change?
Autor(es): Joe Grass
