bad day shadows my flow troubles of this world a hard path to my door walking through the streets tail lights bleeding all over my feet wind like a rusted razor cuttin lines in my face this deep i see a reborn ghost and every passing glance some things can t be held no matter how firm your grasp you ll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul you ll never find religion in a bottom of a bucket with a big ole hole clogged arteries this world keeps time with no beating heart i see it everywhere i go brother how it tears us all apart there s less space in each of our souls than on a manhattan subway car at rush hour if you wanna buy back a little mercy you better first look at the price you gotta pay missed her so much that you been sleeping in her shoes you ain t go the blues brother cause it s the blues that got you you can t find religion not in a perfectly clean soul you can t find religion at the bottom of abucket with big ole hole jack of diamons buried deep up my longest sleeve through the rain and ghetto cross the rotting concrete i go there to find my people say a prayer upon their sins the virgin mary she got a supple bosom and fresh ink in her skin alone in the crowd here across your forehead fallin like a dark ribbon in a highway opening up swinging a hammer in society s dark chaingang i coulda sworn i hear somebody say you ll never find religion in a perfectly clean soul i said you ain t never gonna find religion unless you got a bucket with a big fat hole never find religion not in a perfectly clean soul you never find religion not in a perfectly clean soul you never find a religion unless it s at the bottom of a bucket with a big ole hole can t find religion