Losing My Religion

  • 原唱:REM
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I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like stipes did with REM
Rev up the RPMs
How do I begin to try to paint this sin, of rules?
That divides God's people in two
In the beginning, religion created a mask
The reformation helped but soon the patch didn't last
I don't tell, you don't ask
So we created a lie
And for generations, church was where we went to go hide
Or we no longer tried
Because rules read our relationship was empty inside
Leaves you bitter, dry
Swift to cut like a razor
Swift to call you a traitor
Cause you're swift to love Taylor
Now we got bad blood with our neighbor
Who's wrong, who's right
Every Sunday we're divided
Who's black, who's white, C'mon
Now the man in the mirror never gets race right
He'll never be Christ-like
Never receive good pay
So your faith never rises above minimum wage
So when it's time to save the world
You don't know what to say
To your brother that you love when he tells you he's gay
Do you push him away?
Judge him down till he leaves?
Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees
Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs
There's room at the cross for everyone, even me
Well my sins are now clean
The loss now redeemed
Religion is a prison but truth sets us free
Helps us believe
That the world we're in now is not the world that will be
Terror, famine, disease
Millions in poverty
Hungry, can't sleep
With all of this religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from the American dream
And these American streets listen close as they speak
The next time you think America please include me
Help the ones that are weak
All they want is a piece
Of the pie that you keep
Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
Still laying on concrete
Pop, Pop by police
See, they the foundation of the nation
Not the 2%
Not the ones that own the building that the middle class rent
Because they make sense
Tell me how do you feel?
I'm the new Franklin and I have the new deal
I fight and do right
FDR for real
One nation under God
God, show us the way
The science of opinion
God is not a buffet
You pick what you want so no God on your plate
The preacher isn't God
Religion's first mistake
Serving stewards, shepherds, not kings
Has to die to his flesh everyday like me
One VIP
All the other seats in church are free
We're just groupies
God's the celebrity
Before 313 AD
Before Constantine
Before the council of Nacia
Before Romans and Greeks
Before Kalvin Alexander, Luther
Before let there be
Before history
To the last century
Before the death on the tree
Before the fall of man
Was a picture of me
Now to his heart
Right before the last three
Words he would speak
It is finished
Can you believe?
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
Helping you lose yours,
Is my job


    • 原唱:REM
    字型

    I'm losing my religion
    Thank God
    I prayed about my decision
    How odd
    For the man with the mic
    To be the man all his life
    While Christ-like stipes did with REM
    Rev up the RPMs
    How do I begin to try to paint this sin, of rules?
    That divides God's people in two
    In the beginning, religion created a mask
    The reformation helped but soon the patch didn't last
    I don't tell, you don't ask
    So we created a lie
    And for generations, church was where we went to go hide
    Or we no longer tried
    Because rules read our relationship was empty inside
    Leaves you bitter, dry
    Swift to cut like a razor
    Swift to call you a traitor
    Cause you're swift to love Taylor
    Now we got bad blood with our neighbor
    Who's wrong, who's right
    Every Sunday we're divided
    Who's black, who's white, C'mon
    Now the man in the mirror never gets race right
    He'll never be Christ-like
    Never receive good pay
    So your faith never rises above minimum wage
    So when it's time to save the world
    You don't know what to say
    To your brother that you love when he tells you he's gay
    Do you push him away?
    Judge him down till he leaves?
    Give him a gospel he hears or a gospel he sees
    Love wrapped in truth is the gospel he needs
    There's room at the cross for everyone, even me
    Well my sins are now clean
    The loss now redeemed
    Religion is a prison but truth sets us free
    Helps us believe
    That the world we're in now is not the world that will be
    Terror, famine, disease
    Millions in poverty
    Hungry, can't sleep
    With all of this religion, why these babies can't eat?
    And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
    How can America breathe?
    When the oxygen is gone from the American dream
    And these American streets listen close as they speak
    The next time you think America please include me
    Help the ones that are weak
    All they want is a piece
    Of the pie that you keep
    Is that too much to ask of those who lay the concrete?
    Still laying on concrete
    Pop, Pop by police
    See, they the foundation of the nation
    Not the 2%
    Not the ones that own the building that the middle class rent
    Because they make sense
    Tell me how do you feel?
    I'm the new Franklin and I have the new deal
    I fight and do right
    FDR for real
    One nation under God
    God, show us the way
    The science of opinion
    God is not a buffet
    You pick what you want so no God on your plate
    The preacher isn't God
    Religion's first mistake
    Serving stewards, shepherds, not kings
    Has to die to his flesh everyday like me
    One VIP
    All the other seats in church are free
    We're just groupies
    God's the celebrity
    Before 313 AD
    Before Constantine
    Before the council of Nacia
    Before Romans and Greeks
    Before Kalvin Alexander, Luther
    Before let there be
    Before history
    To the last century
    Before the death on the tree
    Before the fall of man
    Was a picture of me
    Now to his heart
    Right before the last three
    Words he would speak
    It is finished
    Can you believe?
    I'm losing my religion
    Thank God
    Helping you lose yours,
    Is my job

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