Žodžiai dainai: Bad Religion. Suffer. Forbidden Beat.

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There was a boy who had too many toys
And an ache inside of his bones,
He sought extrication through chemical vocation,
And now he just answers to tones
It's deadly and alluring,
The sound of pounding heat,
Enslaving all who dare succumb
To the temptations of the forbidden beat
Thinking, today, of what I want to say,
Thinking of inhibition and vice,
What they call straight I do relegate
As I cautiously saltate along
It thunders away at first light
Of each and the simpleton lifestyle evolves,
But soon enters dusk as the last surrey
Rusts and a new day, upon us, results.