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​Color Me Badd Religion

This song is by Your Mother.

Hello, my name is Greg, I teach at UCLA and I'm the singer for a punk-rock band
I write three-chord songs that sure aren't very long and use big words no one understands
And my bands' been around for days, that's why we have guarantees
"I've seen a lot of things in 5 years
I struggle just to hold back the tears, but every-fucking-where I go..." little brother, don't you know that I follow all emotion with a "fuck"? My hairlines receding rapidly, but I still go Against The Grain and screw society
Brett's a millionaire and icon for the businessman, and our generation will follow
We're no simpletons, not Bad Religion, but I hope you don't think we're lame 'cause all our songs sound the same
I always loved punk rock, now I got my Ph.D.; we'll never prevail with simplicity
Blender! 6, 9, 4, 12, 18, 7, hike! All harmony makes big money
Voice of God is Government; Fuck Armageddon
How Could Hell Be Any Worse? Just Suffer listening to my big words, I'm just a impulsive thesauratic entity
Go To Hell With Superman
And I'll count in all of our songs
Our words and music are interchangeable, before too long...
Major label, because by then we'll be the mainstream
Gang-bang, big-brunch, you know there's no free lunch
Sometimes I like Captain Crunch, but right now I feel like