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Desolation Row

Bob Dylan

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 4: The "Royal Albert Hall" Concert

1998

death is quite romantic, she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great

Desolation Row

Bob Dylan

Highway 61 Revisited

1965

twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her

the regime 
While you rely on religion, I hold a nine 
On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition 
Revelation was the vision of this 
Crack

to decimate the dark, nuclear rain to set us aflame
Obscured by a curtain of venom from space in the name of science
Fall to your knees, pray to a last

to go by
Wait for the wells to run dry
Wait for the wells to run dry
All of your dreams are mine
I wanna do it and die
All of your dreams are mine
I wanna

out your seat
And I walk by faith
That just means that I left no space for religion
I do just what I want, when I want, if I'm feeling it
Lies don't

The Old Orange Flute

The Dubliners

The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites

1967

In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all

ever found peace with the religion of the world
I ain't ever found peace at the bottom of a glass
sometimes it seems the more I ask for the less I

pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not

gotta bring his religion in
But every rapper you know mentions GOD. 
But it's kinda odd you knocking the ones living it
They say you too vocal

bring no drama here
They stole our peace
So we ain't happy here
They want us living in fear
But not here
Man I ain't on it
I could of drowned in these

religions
I'm rarity fly like a carrier pigeon
You stick to your script and I'll finish my mission
And we itchin' to rise
The goblins and witches, not for you

Shut Your Mouth

Garbage

Beautiful Garbage

2001

and religion
Are you good people
Bad people
Guess it doesn't matter people.

Your place
My place
Make her bring that famous face
You got some 
You want

I say You're the Christ
(I say it out loud)
Been healed by your stripes
(Yessir)
Ain't gotta think twice
(No way no way)
I give You my life
Lord Lord

written by the victor, thats how you create a new legacy
By leaving a trail of broken bodies
Look closer at what your governments present to you, the devil

and religion before their common sense
And they think it makes sense to be judge by your tribe
And be judged by religion
If they apply for work you go first

that we forced to believe in
Is this the system that kills our next of kin
Meanwhile we getting brainwashed by religion now Listen
This always been our

Return and Bring back a Message of Judgement and just What he has In Store
I'm just saying My God
Will never leave you Bored
And since People still Live by

PBS
If you're freaky drop a pin on your teepee in my GPS
I'll come and pick you up if you're DTF
I'm into BDSM bring your BFF
If rappers wanna test call

coming down your pipeline
Having trouble with my beliefs, good God what you know about it
Can't quote scripture, but I got a line to bring the hoe up out

The Old Orange Flute

The Dubliners

Irish Pipe & Tin Whistle Songs

1994

In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all

crucifixes
Pardon me and my stupid religion
That's probably why I don't get no attention

I'm a senator drinking lemonade by the beach (By the beach)
Nice

I'm sorry for your loss
It's somebody dead in the car and it's probably one of yours
The writing all across the window in the walls
Whether it was

challenge humanity.
 
I am a refugee,
globally villainized,
yet I bring you a slice of the world, of my own home,
right here in your backyard.
I bring you