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New Religion

Friday, July 15th, 2011

Composed by: Duran Duran

I’ve been now sauntering out and down the path sometime
Come on, it takes me nowhere which I know
Faces everywhere, pulling grins and signs and things
Telling me not there man, it’s no go
I need a reason, I can’t think without one now
Too much learning, got to show
Call it treason, maybe catch her don’t know how
Too many things, too much to know

I’ll bring my timing in, seagulls gather on the wind
Lady screaming, lady leave me out
‘Cause sometimes people stare, sitting down, electric chair
The steaming crowds, they gather and they shout

Take another chance boy, carry the fight, you can take ‘em if you’re fast
(Don’t know why this evil bothers me?)
So didn’t I say if you’re holding on you’ll be laughing at the last?
(So why are they trying to follow me?)
I get along fine with them friends of mine but you have to make a choice
(How many reasons do they need)
You’re singing out of tune but the beat’s in time and it’s us who make the noise
(I might just believe this time)

I’m talking for free
I can’t stop myself
It’s a new religion, oh
I’ve got something to see
I can’t help myself
It’s a new religion

Okay, my reasoning might be clouded by the sun
But someone sees the departmental lie
You know this peacetime, jabbing fist and stabbing knife
You only get one look before you die

Take another chance boy, carry the fight, you can take ‘em if you’re fast
(Don’t know why this evil bothers me)
So didn’t I say if you’re holding on you’ll be laughing at the last?
(So why are they trying to follow me?)
I get along fine with them friends of mine but you have to make a choice
(How many reasons do they need?)
You’re singing out of tune but the beat’s in time and it’s us who make the noise
(I might just believe this time)

I’m talking for free
I can’t stop myself
It’s a new religion, oh
I’ve got something to see
I can’t help myself
It’s a new religion

Oh, gotta take pay for the saints and sinners
In regulation hats and scarves and things
They walk in formation down the lane
They carry their cross, make a church bell ring
(Bring the army down)
Army majors pull a mean cool truth
They’re lying in the swimming pool
Searching for the undeniable truth
That a man is just a fool

Take another chance boy, carry the fight, you can take ‘em if you’re fast
(Don’t know why this evil bothers me)
So didn’t I say if you’re holding on you’ll be laughing at the last?
(So why are they trying to follow me?)
I get along fine with them friends of mine but you have to make a choice
(How many reasons do they need?)
You’re singing out of tune but the beat’s in time and it’s us who make the noise
(I might just believe this time)

I’m talking for free
I can’t stop myself
It’s a new religion, oh
I’ve got something to see
I can’t help myself
It’s a new religion, yeah
I’m talking for free
I can’t stop myself
It’s a new religion, oh
I’ve something to see
I can’t help myself
It’s a new religion…

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