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[ISTORIK]

VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!

The witches brew a pot of hate
with lizard, but and man,
With a smile, they laugh their spells
Astir, with wretched hand,
calling demons - Baphomet
and Mephistopheles...
The tattered firyres cackle
as their mortal victims bleed...

Don't burn the witch!!!
The ways of hell aren't wrong.
Don't burn the witch!!!
Let them brew their song

The witches of the blackened arts
are cunning, cruel and mean,
persecuted by religion.
God - the man unseen
beastial malevolence
is chartered in their bones...
Leave the unreal house of God
and burn in hell @ (at) home!!!

Eye of lizard,
wing of bat,
testicle of man,
tongue of eagle,
brain of rat,
Jesus Christ's left hand...

The witches make the voodoo doll -
a toy taboo in heaven...
They dance around the pentagram,
in search of rape by Satan...
Leave the heart and blood of men
in cauldrons laced in sin,
add the arsenic, hemlock, pus
triumph takes the wings

[Peter]

Bad Religion

American Jesus

I don't need to be a global citizen
Because i'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity

There are things that
Seem to pull us under
And there are things
That drag us down
But there's a power
And a vital presence
Thats lurking all around

We've got the american Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the american Jesus
He helped build the president's estate

I feel sorry
For the earth's population
'cuz so few
Live in the U. S. A.
At least the foreigners
Can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay

Only precious few
Can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk
With renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here

We've got the american Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)

He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expession in the faces
Of the starving children
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the clan
He's the motive and conscience
Of the murderer
He's the preacher on t. v.
The false sincerity
The form letter that's written
By the big computers
He's the nuclear bombs
And the kids with no moms
And i'm fearful that
He's inside me


Super qk text! Mnogo me kefi, 4e e napisan s qko ironiq