Tax i driv er,

be my shrink for the ho ur, (C#m)leave the met er run ning.

It’s (E)rush ho ur,

so take the streets if you wan na, just out (C#m)run the de mons, could you?

He said,

“Al (Am)lah hu ak bar.”

I told him, “Don’t (E)curse me.”

“Bo (Am)Bo, you need prayer.”

“I guess it could n’t (E)hurt me.”

(C#m)If it brings me to my knees,

it’s a bad re (E)li gion.

Ooh.

(E)This un re quit ed love,

to (Em)me it’s noth ing but a one man cult

and (Em)cy a nide in my sty ro foam cup.

I could (Em)nev er make him love me, (Am)nev er make him love,

love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me.

Tax i driv er, I swear I’ve got three lives ba lanced on my head like steak knives.

I can’t tell you the truth a bout my dis guise.

I can’t trust no one, and you say, “Al (E)li gion.

Ah.

Un re quit ed love,

to (Em)me it’s noth ing but a one man cult

and (Em)cy a nide in my sty ro foam cup.

I could (Em)nev er make him love me, (Am6)nev er make him love me, no,

no, oh.

It’s a, it’s a bad re li gion

to be in love with some one who could nev er love you.

Oh, oh, oh, on ly bad, on ly bad re li gion

could have me feel ing the way I do.