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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the Flies So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay 1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep The vortex of their minds ensconsed within the murky deep So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay 1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah And I don't want it, the things you're offering me Symbolized bar code, quick I.D., oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? I can't explain it The things they're saying to me It's going "yah yah yah yah yah yah yah" Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? Tried to tell you about No Control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had to Suffer Is that really all you had to offer? See I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more Innocents raped with napalm fire Everything I want, I really need Ain't life a mystery, yeah? |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah And I don't want it, the things you're offering me Symbolized bar code, quick I.D., oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to live, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? I can't explain it The things they're saying to me It's going "yah yah yah yah yah yah yah" Oh yeah 'Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium so ineffectual Ain't life a mystery, yeah? Tried to tell you about No Control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had to Suffer Is that really all you had to offer? See I'm a 21st century digital boy I don't know how to read, but I've got a lot of toys My daddy's a lazy middle-class intellectual My mommy's on Valium, so ineffectual Cat's foot, iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more Innocents raped with napalm fire Everything I want, I really need Ain't life a mystery, yeah? |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Parched, cracked mouths emty swollen guts Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have-nots together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 What kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010 Ten million people all suffering 10 in 2010 Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010 Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need Happy and content it can happen to you 10 in 2010 Fifteen years well think of a solution 10 in 2010 It wont just appear in one day 10 in 2010 For ten and twenty-ten were well on our way 10 in 2010 Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today 10 in 2010 10 million people...coming your way |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
i can't belive it
the way you look sometimes like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah and i don't want it the things you're offering me symbolized bar code,quick ID, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to live but i got a lot of toys my daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual my mommy's on valium(she's)so ineffectual ain't life a mystery? i can't explain it thie things they're saying to me it's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah cuz i'm a 21st century digital boy i don't know how to read but i got a lot of toys CHORUS i tried to tell you about no control oho but now i really don't know and then you told me how bad you had to suffer is that really all you had to offer? CHORUS 21st century digitsl boy(5x) ain't life a mystery? |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
I know I'm part of something greater than myself
Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale I know I'm part of something greater than myself We're all engaging in a game of attrition Maybe god is just a chemical fiction I'm a monkey with a madding affliction Fact checking for a mental condition I know I'm part of something greater than myself Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale I know I'm part of something greater than myself |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Some live, some die
Everybody wonders why we're here Should we even try? Philosophers lost in the night A beacon in the distance You gotta turn around Its vestige dimly flickers in elocution sound The modernist chronometer uptight and underwound Pretensions of a higher ground Higher ground Introspective paradise found Adam's atoms resound Economy of nature The dead and shallow graves The particles of happiness elude us in their names A psychosymbiotical reflection on the waves Eternal as the night and day Night and day Omnipresent ???? of fate Adam's atoms remain The righteous opposition has led us all astray One side against the other One loses, one reclaimed And if reconciliation eludes us every day Then will we ever find a way? Find a way Not with our allogeneous gaze Adam's atoms remain Adam's atoms betray Adam's atoms remain |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Against The Grain
three thousand miles of wilderness overcome by the flow, a lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show, I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain here labelled as lunatic, sequestered and content, there ignored and defeated by the government, there's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull, but away from the potential of the individual, against the grain . . . the flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time and eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find, you need all that the other has, your right to seize the day but in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away, against the grain . . . there's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer, a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear, it sings "leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously", this lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly, against the grain . . . |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Three thousand miles of wilderness, overcome by the flow
A lonely restitution of pavement, pomp and show I seek a thousand answers, I find but one or two I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain Here labeled as lunatic, sequestered and content There ignored and defeated by the government There's an oriented public who's magnetic force does pull But away from the potential of the individual Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain The flow is getting stronger with smaller increments of time And eddies of new ideas are increasingly hard to find You need all that the other has, it's your right to seize the day But in all your acquisitions you will soon be swept away Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain There's a common consensus and an uncomfortable cheer A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear It sings leave your cares behind you, just grab tenaciously This lulling sense or purpose will destroy us rapidly Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain Against the grain Against the grain Against the grain |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
All Good Soldiers
all good soldiers crack like boulders, the sun climbs up to a razor, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain, all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line, when they march and shout are a spectacle, marching and singing will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should all good soldiers wait like warheads, when the fighting starts, who will be accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball, six a.m. I can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at he weakling boy, today is the day that I'll write my friends something I've been trying to remember, I had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall... all good soldiers fall in line, marching and singing, will go anywhere the president says, because the president believes in god, like all good soldiers should. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
All good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razon, violins New boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout All good soldiers are a spectacle, marching and singing They'll go anywhere the president says Because the president believes in God like all good soldiers should All good soldiers wait like warheads When the fighting starts, who will be accountable? A cannibal, a cannonball All good soldiers, all soldiers All good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout All good soldiers are a spectacle, marching and singing They'll go anywhere the president says Because the president believes in God like all good soldiers should It's six AM, I can see my breath And the clay dirt is laughing at the weakling boy Today is the day that I'll write my friends It's something I've been trying to remember I had a dream of a wall That was twenty-one stories tall All good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout All good soldiers are a spectacle, marching and singing They'll go anywhere the president says Because the president believes in God like all good soldiers should |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain And everything is barely missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout As time the great, gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a goddamn thing There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I, but this pedestrian knows better than to even try And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way And we'll cry as we try and our brothers pass us by To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness Unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me Until we see each other once more on the path along the way |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
I hate my family, hate my school
Speed limits, and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American dream's gonna swallow you whole It's bursting at the seam It'll sweep you away, so enjoy it today Tomorrow you'll be old thus useless American dream (2x) American dream, that's ok Cause no one dare give you away I hate my job, I hate your god I hate hypocrites and common slobs Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream Promise me today I'll have a Chevrolet With whitewalls on the side One boy, one girl, comfortable lies American dream (2x) American dream, that's ok Cause no one dare give you away American dream! |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
American Jesus
I don't need to be a global citizen, because I'm blessed by nationality, I'm a member of a growing populace, we enforced our popularity there are things that seem to pull us under and there are things that drag us down, but there's a power and a vital presence that's lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the interstate, we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the U.S.A, at least the foreigners can copy our morality, they can visit but they cannot stay, only precious few can garner our prosperity, it makes us walkwith renewed confidence, we've got a place to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus overwhelming millions every day (exercising his authority) he's the farmer barren fields, the force the army wields, the expression in the faces of the starving children, the power of the man. he's the fuel that drives the clan, he's the motive and the conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity, the form letters that written by the big computers, he's the nuclear bombs, and the kids with no moms and I'm fearful that he's inside me. |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that seem to pull us under and There are things that drag us down But there's a power and a vital presence It's lurking all around We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus He helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live in the USA At least the foreigners can copy our morality They can visit but they cannot stay Only precious few can garner our prosperity It makes us walk with renewed confidence We got a place to go when we die And the architect resides right here We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day He's the farmer's barren fields, the force the army wields Expressions on the faces of the starving millions The power of the man, the fuel that drives the klan He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer He's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity The form letter that's written by the big computers The nuclear bombs, the kids with no moms And I'm fearful that he's inside me (In god we trust Because he's one of us Break down, cave in He can redeem your sin Strong heart, clear mind And infinitely kind You lose, we win He is our champion) We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus Exercising his authority We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Anesthesia
everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man, but she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason, I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine, but when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me, anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion, I never loved you, how did you find me? the cops will never complicity now, anna . . . all good children go to heaven! I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come and that crazy old man who came much to late and caused a chain reaction, I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse where the cat has gone, and looking at you now is driving me to distraction. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Everybody is talking about the girl who went and killed the delivery man
But she looks so kind and gentle, it just doesn't stand to reason I saw her right there just the other night as stately as a slot machine But when she looked my way something mad as hell came over me Anesthesia, Mona Lisa I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity now Now Anna 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 All good children go to heaven I remember your face that august night when we lied about the beautiful time to come And that crazy old man who came much too late and caused a chain reaction I've been hanging out there for eleven long years like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone And looking at you now is driving me to distraction Anesthesia, my Mona Lisa I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion I never loved you, how did you find me? The cops will never prove complicity Now Anna 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 All good children go to heaven |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day
It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear and torment It's a game of strange compulsion, our visceral convulsion Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society, anxiety, suppress it if you can The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep Tomorrow's the redemption, we strive for that exception Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain Anxiety, a fear that you have nothing more to gain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society, anxiety, suppress it if you can What are we angry for? We all need a common cure That common goal for which you strive To have more than the other guy The quest for truth, the quest for gold, we end up all the same The common lie, the righteous cry, we end up all the same The angry crowd, those lost and found, everybody's all the same The poet's pen, these words I lend, we all bend to Anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain Anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man Foundation of society, anxiety |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Maybe it's too late for an intellectual debate
But a residue of confusion remains Changing with the times and amphetamine tortured minds Are the average citizen's sources of pain (Yeah) Tell me what we're fighting for I don't remember anymore, only temporary reprieve And the world might cease if we fail to tame the beast From the faith that you release comes an atheist peace (Woohoohooho - Atheist peace) Political forces ran critical winds of discontent And the modern age emerged triumphantly But now it seems we've stalled and it's time to de-evolve And relive the dark chapters of history (Yeah) Tell me what we're fighting for No progress ever came from war, only a false sense of increase And the world won't wait for the truth upon a plate But we're ready now to feast on an atheist peace (Ohoohohh. yeah - Atheist peace) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
Everybody wants to dance in a playpen
But nobody wants to play in my garden I see the hippies on an angry line Guess they don't get my meaning I'm enchanted by the birds and the blossoms I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend I like the Fourth of July When the bombs start flashing And I wish I had a shiny red top A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop So I could make the gardening stop Come out to play Come out to play And we'll pretend it's Christmas day In my atomic garden All my scientists are working on a deadline So my psychologist is working day and nighttime They say they know what's best for me But they don't know what they're doing And I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev 'Cause I'd wiggle all night like jelly in a pot At least he's got a garden with a fertile plot And a party that will never stop Come out to play Come out to play And we'll pretend it's Christmas day In my atomic garden I hope there's nothing wrong out there I'm watching from my room inside my room |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
He's the latest superhero with powers so profound
He can leap a dotted line in just a single bound I know you must have seen him in the books and magazines He's the quintessential mindless modern epicene His life is meaningful Because he gets things done Bang bang, he's dead, bang bang, he's dead Chalk up another triumph for our hero, the automatic man It's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe His opinions are determined by the status quo A true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day When he has an original thought he forgets it right away He's the automatic man He's a paradigm of carefree living He's our mentor, disturb him if you can He's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking He's our savior, he is the common man But if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind Then take another look around and brother, you will find The automatic man |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
See my body it's nothing to get hung about
I'm nobody except genetic runaround Spiritual era's gone it ain't comin' back Bad religion a cabal that is all that's left Hey Mr. Mind Stop wasting my time With your factory precision Factory precision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion bad religion And don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit Don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it Don't you know responsibility is ours I don't care a thing about eternal fires Listen this time It's more than a rhyme It's your indecision Your indecision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion Bad religion Bad religion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
See my body it's nothing to get hung about
I'm nobody except genetic runaround Spiritual era's gone it ain't comin' back Bad religion a cabal that is all that's left Hey Mr. Mind Stop wasting my time With your factory precision Factory precision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion bad religion And don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit Don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it Don't you know responsibility is ours I don't care a thing about eternal fires Listen this time It's more than a rhyme It's your indecision Your indecision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion Bad religion Bad religion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
See my body it's nothing to get hung about
I'm nobody except genetic runaround Spiritual era's gone it ain't comin' back Bad religion a cabal that is all that's left Hey Mr. Mind Stop wasting my time With your factory precision Factory precision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion bad religion And don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit Don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it Don't you know responsibility is ours I don't care a thing about eternal fires Listen this time It's more than a rhyme It's your indecision Your indecision is your Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion too good to take Indecision it's not too late Bad religion Bad religion Bad religion |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Porcelain and alabaster
Decaying ever faster Unaware of imminent disaster Open up your eyes As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Did you wander out your days lost and resigned Or recreate the universals in your mind? Everybody is a bastard My world is like plaster Crumbling apart from pressure of the blaster Waiting for a sign And the momentary pleasures take their turn As the wistful boy learns out of things to learn The episodes of yore are never to return Scare up some hope, you're gonna need it just to cope You are the decision, numbers don't lie When you bite the dust, was it for purpose or for trust? You'll never relive it, think before you die Yeah, think Think before you die Deficit and deprivation In the wake of desperation Rewrite the morals, rectify the nation Now may be your time As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Do you wonder how your life has been defined? You know eternity can't ever change your mind You know eternity can't ever change your mind So think Think before you die Yeah, think Think before you die |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Above us lay the burdens
Below us lay the truth We're somewhere in the middle And we're all discontent too Is someone watching over you? Inside they know what's best for you Judgment's not tomorrow It's today, yes now it's here But no, it isn't Jesus Take a look at all your peers They're all looking down on you Inside they know what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you Everybody knows what's best for you |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
I'm sorry about the sun
How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove? And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure we communicate at length Oh yeah But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss I'm sorry about the world How could I know you'd take it so bad? And I'll never make the same mistake So if you're looking for a patsy, why not try the entire human race? Just to play it safe But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss Better off dead, yeah, better off dead Why don't you try pushing daisies instead? Better off dead, yeah better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Oh yeah And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Just in case |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
I'm sorry about the sun
How could I know that you would burn? And I'm sorry about the moon How could I know that you'd disapprove? And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure we communicate at length Oh yeah But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss I'm sorry about the world How could I know you'd take it so bad? And I'll never make the same mistake So if you're looking for a patsy, why not try the entire human race? Just to play it safe But until then, better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head Better off dead, yeah, better than this Take it away, 'cause there's nothing to miss Better off dead, yeah, better off dead Why don't you try pushing daisies instead? Better off dead, yeah better off dead A smile on the lips and a hole in the head And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Oh yeah And I'll never make the same mistake The next time I create the universe I'll make sure you participate Just in case |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
(Here we go now)
No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise (The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to find) Up on a mountain encased in solar rays Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays Coming down a mountain Eons have a human ring The conversation of impassive planets Intercepted by a human being Ratiocination is a practicable way to derive An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide Or maybe a theophany of flaming creosote in disguise (The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined) Up on a mountain encased in solar rays Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays Coming down a mountain Eons have a human ring The conversation of impassive planets Intercepted by a human being (Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night) (Obscuring form and tracing faceless fears) (Of a suprahuman immensity in a patch of sand) (Or a raptor's guileless shivering intensity) (I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms ) (On a jutting red-spattered synagogue of granite) (As it crouches literally in space) (A frozen, amoral giant gazing heavenward forever) (Hello, hello, hello, hello) (Let's go where the raptor goes) (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) (On a mountain, on a mountain) (Let's scan the horizon clean) (For any trace of human schemes) (And try to touch upon immortal themes) (On a mountain, on a mountain) (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountin in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets (On a mountain, on a mountain) Intercepted by a human being (Let's scan the horizon clean) Up on a mountain (For any trace of human schemes) Encased in solar rays (And try to touch upon immortal themes) Beyond electric dreams On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's scan the horizon clean) Up on a mountain (For any trace of human schemes) Encased in solar rays (And try to touch upon immortal themes) Beyond electric dreams On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets On a mountain |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
This isn't another new fashion or a new plastic trend
Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend I've got this feeling and I don't know what it is This room is overcrowded, man, and I need air to breathe, yeah Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day Big crunch, you know it's going to be quite a show What goes around always comes around A million hopeless faces dwell within protected walls All waiting for a moment in their lives when they can heed the clarion call And it's all so oppressive my mind feels like a sieve This city is overcrowded, man, and I need room to live Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day Big crunch, you know it's going to be quite a show What goes around always comes around I think of the countless shadows that have all come and gone All suffering in the notion of better things to come If you share these beliefs, you know I wish you well There's no room left in heaven and there's sure no room in hell Big bang, big crunch, you know there's no free lunch Kneel down and pray, here comes your judgment day Big crunch, you know it's going to be quite a show What goes around always comes around |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah
The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade And Billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind, yeah It moved him secretly, it moved him powerfully But prescience was lacking and the present was all And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted And challenging life with the abandon of a fool He squandered the hours of his day Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within He couldn't break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him Just like a fatal tie toward the other side And Billy was a lunatic just barking at the moon And his brain was totally wasted He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon And he threw his future away Bolt the door and throw away the key, yeah Your dim reflection is all that you can see So where is the justice when no one is at fault And a human life is tragically wasted? How fragile is the flame that burns within us all To light each passing day, yeah |
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from Bad Religion - Into the Unknown (1983)
A crack developed and a name blew in
Billy Gnosis, weak and thin He moved to California to start a new life Because back in his hometown he just killed his wife He started drinking heavy back then He starting eating things that made his head trim Then his brain became a factory For making chemicals that shouldn't be Oh Billy couldn't remember his name Billy Gnosis was going insane And soaked in blue light he played and played I can still hear that sound he made Billy burned his phone and blew up his car He sat and watched TV and played the guitar And read a book that made his head spin How could he have known that there were worms within? And the worms ate into his brain Through his eyes and through his ears they came They left their home so they'd multiply And feed on Billy's chemicals in paradise Oh Billy couldn't remember his name Our unsung hero had gone insane And soaked in blue light he played and played The only thing that killed the worms: my brain |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
I've got nothing to say,
I've got nothing to do, all of my neurons are functioning smoothly yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports only me, I've got this one big problem: will I live forever? I've got just a short time to see, modern man, evolutionary betrayer, modern man, ecosystem destroyer, modern man, destroy yourself in shame, modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage when I look back and think, when I ponder and ask "why?", I see my ancestors spend with careless abandon, assuming eternal supply, modern man . . . just a sample of carbon-based wastage, just a fucking tragic epic of you and I. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel
The earth is turning and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling And you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell Hey, blenderhead, they're starting to ask questions Your transgressions are a danger flashing sign Challenge conventions and radiate your splendor And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well Each shining trinket has a story it can tell Your moments pining like those tales all intertwining Can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell Hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions Your confusion's a life-affirming sign Break from tradition and carry on with valor And feel those flywheels churn your blenderhead |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
""Drop dead, it doesn't matter,"" She said
""It only hurts when I laugh,"" She said Sometimes it's never a crime to spend the day in bed She made certain that the curtains were red To dream better by the light they would shed She leaned back, tilted her head, and this is what she said: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" ""Don't ever dare to hope,"" He said ""So I'm never let down too bad I know there's nowhere to go, so I'll just stay here instead"" He knew better than to pull on a thread They unravel like the thoughts in his head He looked out, it filled him with dread And this is what he said: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" With good books, and looks on their side And hearts bursting with national pride They sang songs that went along for the ride And the other side complied They said, ""Hey man, where do you reside?"" And, ""Could it be Mother Superior lied?"" And, ""Is it possible too many have died?"" It's only natural to reply: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
With nothing better to do
No one to come home to I woefully conclude To take it out on you I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm Retribution, if only someone would listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me A room, an empty shelf A book on mental health I look for inner wealth By punishing myself I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm Retribution, if only someone would listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
She said "thanks, but I'm broken
I guess you must have misspoken What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone" She was barely a teen, hanging out in between, just a part of the scene With mercurial smile and incurable style, she was only a dream How's that he didn't know a thing about Making love to the kind of girl you read about? He said "I'm bound to be broken My daddy bet that I'd amount to nothing He won't let Anybody show him anything" He was a troubled child, had been down for a while, always kept to himself Though she couldn't defend he only wanted a friend, now he's made something else It's so sad, no one saw it coming The paper said that he hit the ground running Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken A little cracked, but still I'm not broken I want to laugh But I think that I'm choking on reality When the world is turning for you, don't turn on me Who are you here to repair? Well, I don't know what you mean You could never resist glorifying despair And now it's coming to you and I don't really care Well, I'm not the kind to insist You couldn't have missed, we must coexist So please listen to me There is no such thing as human debris Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken A little cracked but that amounts to nothing I want to laugh I'm not joking I'm unbroken, I said I'm unbroken A little cracked, it's just a token I'm really not broken Well, I guess I'm unbroken |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
I'm incurable but durable, it's easy to see
Lack of restraint is a complaint of those around me I know that others postpone Gratification, well I lack that affectation Let's get it right There's no end in sight And I can't stop, can't stop it, can't stop, can't stop it Can't stop, it's shocking but I just can't stop it Uncontrollable, I'm inconsolable My pleasure center is the shelter for a reptile I hate when I gotta tolerate Frustration, see I lack the motivation Let's set this straight I never wait And I can't stop, can't stop it, can't stop, can't stop it Can't stop, it's shocking but I just can't stop it |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
Well, the sheaves have all been brought
But the fields have washed away And the palaces now stand Where the coffins all were laid And the times we see ahead We must glaze with rosy hues For we don't wish to admit What it is we have to lose Millennia incoming The modern age is here It sanctifies the future Yet renders us with fear So many theories, so many prophecies What we do need is a change of ideas When we are scared we can hide in our reveries But what we need is a change of ideas Change of ideas, change of ideas What we need now is a change of ideas |
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from Bad Religion - Into the Unknown (1983)
There was a man who banged his head against a wall
He banged for 20 years, the damn thing wouldn't fall He left an honest life, he left a broken wife He left it all behind, just to see what he could find Millions and millions chase the wild goose tonight To conquer loneliness they'll chase it all their lives And when they find it they can just lay down and die It seems the game is mostly pointless in the presence of the prize There was a woman who had a man as cold as ice He built four walls so strong and he kept her locked inside She harbored loneliness, her husband couldn't guess That she'd take off her dress and kill herself without a mess |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
You took a time bomb and a case of crackers
And you made a maelstrom of organic debris Then you took a workbench and a rusty anvil And you polished them for everyone to see You have created an unhealthy monster But you're nowhere but nowhere to be found So I guess I'll just cope with my provisions From now until the day they lay me down You took a baboon and made him perfect You took a lion and stripped him of his pride Then you took a million more varities, a scalpel and a sartory And you stitched up a horrible surprise You have created an unsocial monster And you're searched for all over the globe And most believe that things would sure be better If you'd come down here and tell us what you know Who is to blame for this, someone tell me please His handiwork is flawed and it's there for everyone to see Mutations, aberrations and blatant anomalies They multiply and give rise to this monstrosity You took the most abundant, smallest bits of matter And you instilled them with affinity And then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad variations And blended up your unique recipe You have created a powerful monster With direction and purpose all its own And if you were here, would things be any different? Or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone? |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
These rational delusions have got to cease
The second hand has finally got the best of me I'm too aware about the singularity That brought me to the edge of time And it's always on my mind now They say that what is past is coming back someday The world is turning faster but it's just one way And I'm desperate to try most anything to abate A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now Maybe there's a science or technology To help me come to terms with my maker Since natural selection never banked on me I must be an exception to the plan Someone help me understand now Cryogenic methods are intractable And collagen polymers aren't so terrible But they still can't prevent the inevitable farewell A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none
People tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world I go home while they work hard, then they say I'm wrong There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy If their sins affected me, I gotta be damned to be free Freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth Instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth Learn their rules and play their game, deceive yourself in haste Turn your own brain into dust, it's not theirs to waste There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy Extract the nectar, burn the tree, I gotta be damned to be free Thinking this world it ain't so bad Dying it's just another fad Working eight hours, that's not for me Dying it's just your destiny |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation While praying came a wicked inspiration Brothers, sisters, this is what he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way But more before the crazy notion leapt right into his head And stubbornly crept into every mad perception I can't deny a funny feeling when he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you Dearest in memoriam, set phasers to stun And grab yourself a neighbor's skeleton to lean upon Did you know him in life, one filled with regret? So soon we all forget we ever met Do you know my name? Sing a light refrain For a man estranged I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved I can't believe I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation While praying came a wicked inspiration Brothers, sisters, this is what he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way But more before the crazy notion leapt right into his head And stubbornly crept into every mad perception I can't deny a funny feeling when he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you Dearest in memoriam, set phasers to stun And grab yourself a neighbor's skeleton to lean upon Did you know him in life, one filled with regret? So soon we all forget we ever met Do you know my name? Sing a light refrain For a man estranged I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved I can't believe I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Delirium of disorder
Delirium of disorder Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains Resolving itself into works Chaos is the score upon which reality is written The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde Delirium Delirium of disorder Yeah, I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea Without direction or a reason to exist The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain Is persuading me contritely to persist Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder Delirium of disorder |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life?
Meaning in your life, meaning in your life Who do you conceive to provide you guidance and light? Guidance and light, guidance and light Are they waiting for you in the by and by? Do you even have to try? Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny Why do you consent to live in ignorance and fear? Ignorance and fear, ignorance and fear Ancient people succumbed to it, can it happen here? Can it happen here, can it happen here? Does it make you suffer 'cause you have to die? Is it best to live a lie? Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny Why can't you see? There ain't no destiny For you and me There ain't no destiny Why can't you see? There ain't no destiny For you and me There ain't no destiny Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me
Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all goddamn day A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! Hey, I don't know if the billions will survive But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5 My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door So do what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
See the fight
Old men crying, deny their ruin Watch them try The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows Other watches, has a seat, and from the same cup, they drink I'm doing time, how long I don't know William had 26 Blew his brains out, now look at him John had only one Watch the mother mourn her only son I'm doing time, how long I don't know I'll kiss goodbye my brain and body And go to sleep for generations (2x) Salvation Cease concentration You'll only lose the fight Don't tell me what's wrong or right You're losing sight You're just gonna die anyway |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
a grizzly scene on my electron beam
told a story about human rights so all of Kings horses and all of Kings men had a riot for two days and nights Well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit Now everybody's equal Just don't measure it Well Hanson did it hester and Mark David did it to John and maybe Jack dit it to Marilyn but he did it to South Vietnam for beauty and glory for money, love and country Everybody's doing it, Don't do that to me I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and i don't remember hearing how Moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead Well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea now everybody's praying Don't prey on me |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
A grizzly scene on my electron beam told a story about human rights
So all the king's horses and all the king's men had a riot for two days and nights Well the city exploded but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit Now everybody's equal, just don't measure it Well Hanson did it to Hester and Mark David did it to John And maybe Jack did it to Marilyn, but he did it to South Vietnam For beauty and glory, for money, love and country Now everybody's doing it, don't do that to me A bitter debate and a feminine fate lie in tandem like two precious babes While the former gets warmer, it's the latter that matters, except on the nation's airwaves And custodians of public opinion state facts after vainly discussing her rights Lay hands off her body, it's not your fucking life Now I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ from turning every hungry stone into bread And I don't remember hearing how Moses reacted when the innocent firstborn sons lay dead Well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted the sea Now everybody's praying, don't prey on me Said everybody's praying, don't prey on me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Heard a word, suicide
Not from one, but from thousands that tried The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat One thing in common, they all wanted out And it's plain to see It goes for you and it goes for me And all the screwed up little girls and boys All thrown in without a choice But I heard him say I want out No complaints and no doubts Just a chance to go on I heard a word, suicide And not from one, but from thousands that died Want some attention and a little less regret A teenage fluff, little threat and And there are those, there are those who think That drastic actions will make them unique It's really all the same That no one's happy and nobody's to blame And the moral to this story is old It's quite taboo, seldom told The seed is reaped before it's sown A bad choice was never resolved |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Heard a word, suicide
Not from one, but from thousands that tried The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat One thing in common, they all wanted out And it's plain to see It goes for you and it goes for me And all the screwed up little girls and boys All thrown in without a choice But I heard him say I want out No complaints and no doubts Just a chance to go on I heard a word, suicide And not from one, but from thousands that died Want some attention and a little less regret A teenage fluff, little threat and And there are those, there are those who think That drastic actions will make them unique It's really all the same That no one's happy and nobody's to blame And the moral to this story is old It's quite taboo, seldom told The seed is reaped before it's sown A bad choice was never resolved |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Weak and sick, dying in the sand
No such thing as a promised land Don't lose faith in a better life Reincarnation, poor excuse You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow Rotting bones in your barren fields Worshipped creature's supposed to heal He won't save you and he won't save me See what you want to see Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe Starving and dying in the fields you used to know You're tied and bound to a God's useless advice Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight In the end you'll return once more to die again Go on till you can't no more in non-eternal sin |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Entropy
random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt, man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by boltzmann, it's entropy, it's not a human issue, entropy, it's a matter of course, entropy, energy at all levels, entropy, from it you can not divorce and your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance, extinction, degradation; the natural outcomes of our ordered lives, power, motivation; temporary fixtures for which we strive, something in our synapses assures us we're ok but in our disquilibrium we simply can not stay, it's entropy . . . a stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I, my affectatious I can not rectify, but we are out of equilibrium unnaturally, a pang of consciousness of death and then you will agree. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard
Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about Don't speak to me of anarchy or peace or calm revolt, man We're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by Boltzmann It's entropy, it's not a human issue Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce And your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance Extinction, degradation, the natural outcomes of our ordered lives Power, motivation, temporary fixtures for which we strive Something in our synapses assures us we're okay But in our disequilibrium we simply cannot stay It's entropy, it's not a human issue Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I My affectatious nature I can't rectify But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally A pang of consciousness of death and then you will agree It's entropy Entropy, it's matter of course Entropy, energy at all levels Entropy, from it you can not divorce Entropy Entropy Entropy Entropy |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
A new age of reason, brains treason to trick the mind
What good is searching if nothing's there to find? We arrive at this place of no return, my brothers Only to discover that our minds have led us away so far from the painful truth of who we are What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany Come forth, bear witness, see the profit from your loss Beg for forgiveness only after you tally the cost We arrive at this place of no return, my sisters Only to discover that our values ran us aground on the shore, in the sea of what we could be What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany If it's real to me, do I have to prove it to you? Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths? It's oh so relative Subservient in total to one's perspective What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany Always failing me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
She came from heaven, well there's no point belaboring that
I've seen some trouble and I must admit that I'm in demand I confront rejection with magnetic good intentions and yet Hey Jack, get back, in fact, don't do that I act sharp but feel uncertain 'Cause next time it could be curtains Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? Now just to be certain, let's be sure to set the record straight I could use an angel but I don't intend to split up the take Never go for treason, but I got reasons that don't warrant debate My act's intact and in fact you're not all that You act sure but you're uncertain 'Cause next time it could be curtains Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? Well, there's no use turning back It's already much too late When the house is burning Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave, i paid a
visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, what the world needs now is some answers to our problems, we can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid, if your soul needs love you can consoled by pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us anymore, watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "pregress will resolve it all", saw the manufacturers of earth's debris ignore another green peace call, no one could tell me what to do, they had not the capacity to answer me, what the world needs now is some accountability, we can't buy more time because time won't accept our money, if your soul needs love you can always have my pity, but it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more... |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Faith Alone
by Bad Religion Heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame No one can tell me what to do They have not the capacity to answer me What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can`t buy more time cause our tender isn`t valid If your soul needs love you can get consoled by pity But it looks as though faith alone won`t sustain us no more Watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, Progress will resolve it all Saw the manufactures of earth`s debris ignore another green peace call No one could tell me what to do No one had the ability to answer me What the world needs now is some accountability We can`t buy more time cause time won`t accept our money If your soul needs love you can always have my pity But it looks as though faith alone won`t sustain us no more~~~ instrumental break What the world needs now is some answers to our problems We can`t buy more time cause our tender isn`t valid What the world needs now is some accountability If your soul needs love you can always have my pity Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore Faith alone won`t sustain us anymore |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
It's all right to have faith in God
But when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies That's when I start to have pity on you You're living on a mound of dirt But you can't explain your reason for existence So you blame it on God There's so much hatred in this world And you can't decide who's pulling the strings So you figure it's God Your whole life foreshadows death And you finally realize you don't want to die alone So you'll always have God It's all right to have faith in God But when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies That's when I start to have pity on you It's all right to have faith in God But when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies That's when I start to have pity on you There's people in the world today Who say they're jewish, christian and such They're all ignorant fools They'll tell you you can't have your own way Unless you pay money and dedicate your life Or you'll be damned in hell Don't be feeble like all of them You have your own brain full of thoughts and choices So use it don't let them use you It's all right to have faith in God But when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies That's when I start to have pity on you |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
Come and see the brilliant light
Don't let your emotions mask your sight It's the manifestation of a deeper fight That affects me and you My optimism was running high A new world order was on my mind But I couldn't believe it when I heard them say They're throwing it away The fertile crescent is burning today and baby, my emotions are too The cradle of humanity has led us all astray And we're all in this together, don't you know 'Cause our species has nowhere else to go Aggression rears its ugly head Retaliation brings further dread The two are linked by unseen threads That wind back through time I don't agree with this outdated trend Nationalism is an evil friend But hatred is instilled by invisible lines Drawn in our minds And the fertile crescent is haunting us today, and baby, our instincts are too The ghost of humanity is warning us this way And I think we all should heed it, don't you know 'Cause we don't know where else to go |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
In the garden where he was cast out by the lord
Flames an omnidirectional sword For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with his loot He cantered aimlessly through endless permutations of night Seeking a purpose and the meaning of kin And when it finally came to him You could have mistook it for the meaning of sin The women wished him well every time he cast off marching to hell Now if you've never seen a terrible sight, stroll the garden of earthly delights Maybe we can make it right someday I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars He knelt down before the unholy mob And cried "war is god" Gleaming outwardly with great pride And prepared to die The women wished him well every time he cast off marching to hell Now if you've never seen a terrible sight, stroll the garden of earthly delights Maybe we can make it right someday I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars Who cannot fight anymore Will never love any less That kid inside of murder Must be committed To live a life of hostility Never asking what it means When mother nation, blood and religion Sanction killing upon the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
Flat Earth Society
lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the flat earth society is meeting here today, singing happy little lies and the bright ship humana is sent far away with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water and the whistling wind on a calm summer night, but you'd better believe that down in their quarters the men are holding in for their dear lives, the flat earth society is somewhere far away, with their candlesticks and compasses and the bright ship humana is well on its way with grave determination . . . and no destination, lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie The full moon is rising over dark waters And the fools below are picking up sticks And the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting For the doctors to come back at 10 AM The flat earth society is meeting here today Singing happy little lies And the bright ship Humana is sailing far away With grave determination and no destination Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water And the whistling wind on a calm summer night But you'd better believe that down in their quarters The men are holding in for their dear lives The flat earth society is somewhere far away With their candlesticks and compasses And the bright ship Humana is well on its way With grave determination and no destination The flat earth society is meeting here today Singing happy little lies And the bright ship Humana is well on its way With grave determination and no destination Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie Lie, lie, lie |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
There was a boy who had too many toys
And an ache inside of his bones He sought extrication through chemical vocation And now he answers to Jones It's deadly and alluring The sound of pounding heat Enslaving all who dare succumb To the temptations of the forbidden beat Thinking today of what I want to say Thinking of inhibition and vice What they call straight I do relegate As I cautiously saltate along It's deadly and alluring The sound of pounding heat Enslaving all who dare succumb To the temptations of the forbidden beat It thunders away at first light of each day And the simpleton lifestyle evolves But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts And a new day upon us results It's deadly and alluring The sound of pounding heat Enslaving all who dare succumb To the temptations of the forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat Forbidden beat |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
I'm tired of this city
All this toil and strife Trying to cross the boulevard Playing frogger with my life Frogger with my life |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
There's people out there that say I'm no good
'Cause I don't believe the things that I should And when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong And hope and pray that our lord God will think I'm good Countries manufacture bombs and guns To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone In the end the good will go to heaven up above The bad will perish in the depths of hell How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell We're living in the denouement of the battle's gripping awe So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse! Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
Generator - Bad Religion
Like a rock, like a planet Like a fucking atom bomb I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down Depreciate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom found Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection Delegate, facilitate, investigate and obviate The black turns green, black turns green Separate, evaluate and cultivate and propagate The master's dream, master's dream Sing the fears of history with a renewed inflection View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention Machine of life, oh can we make it run? We have the tools but only just begun Machine of life, oh can we make it run? The calculations of a greater sum Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching
lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your alluring intricacies, i cah see your green-screen mentality and i can feel the sting of its consequence, and i know i shouldn't but it's too much to ignore, an emotion i deplore, every time i look at you, i just want to do it, i can clench my fist right through it but i just want to get off, rectilinear, this direction we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine, angular, the momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east, i realize your green-screen mentality and i know it is shared by many more, i know it is quite impossible but i am damned to find a way to revolve the other way, every time i scrutinize i just say "screw it", we're on a ride down a blind conduit and i just want to get off |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
Lascivious
It's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like Diogenes Dangerous The adjective of the decade and of your alluring intricacies Yes, I see your green-screen mentality And I feel the sting of its consequence And I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore An emotion I deplore Every time I look at you I just wanna do it I can clench my fist right through it But I just wanna get off Rectilinear The direction we've been heading, never realizing we are on a runaway machine Angular The momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east I realize your green-screen mentality And I know it's shared by many more And I know it's quite impossible but I am damned to find a way To revolve the other way Every time I scrutinize I just say screw it We're on a ride down a blind conduit And I just want to get off |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see
All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty Think about the times and places you've never known You're a man-swarm atom and yet you're alone So I give you me I give you nothing I give you me I give you nothing So you got a place that you can call all your own But you make a habit of carrying the stone Look around and ask someone if you are alive You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive So I give you me I give you nothing I give you me I give you nothing Respectable, despicable, it seems all the same Now we realize that we have nothing to say If your reserve is weak, audacity complete Ask yourself again, do I deserve much from them? No! Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty Look around and ask someone if you are alive You're a sidewalk cipher speaking prionic jive So I give you me I give you nothing I said I give you me I give you nothing |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain / Recipe For Hate [box] (0000)
God Song
and did those feet in ancient times trod america's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so, he's up there with the others lying low, vying with those who you've traded your life to bless your soul, and have they told you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion is just synthetic frippery, unnecessary in our expanding global culture efficiency" and don't you fear this impasse we have built to our future? ever so near, and oh so austere. |
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from Bad Religion - Against The Grain (1990)
And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so He's up there with the others laying low Vying with those Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul And have they told you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see Religion is just synthetic frippery Unnecessary In our expanding global culture of efficiency Now we all fear This impasse we have built to our future Ever so near, ever so near And oh so austere |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so He's up there with the others laying low Vying with those Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul And have they told you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see Religion is just synthetic frippery Unnecessary In our expanding global culture of efficiency Now we all fear This impasse we have built to our future Ever so near, ever so near And oh so austere |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Striking at mental apparitions like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time and elegant in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons yield to unrelenting gravity While viruses prowl for helpless victims who succumb rapidly Tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love Well, we twist in torment and make believe There's a truth that we all submit Believe my eyes, my brain complies To all that they interpret So tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love I know there's no reason for alarm But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm? We can change our minds There's a better prize But first you've got to tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love They call it God's love My pain is God's love |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Back in '83, a man came to me and he told me "Son
Our way of life is done," but I was only young With an eye to the fields, speculators and yields rotten to the core Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars Population wars setting our future course Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale betrween Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be But I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Generator (1992)
As I walk beneath the valley
I shall fear no evil 'Cause thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet Today murder is legal God, I know that it's wrong To kill my brother for what he hasn't done And as the planes blacken the sky It sounds like heaven is falling It sounds like heaven is falling You promise me a new day a-dawning I see a thousand points of light Like so many points of hatred, shame, and horror God, I want to be a man But I don't want to die with a rifle in my hand And as the planes blacken the sky It sounds like heaven is falling It sounds like heaven is falling You promise me a new day a-dawning Well, nothing here looks new to me But a score of mothers' sons caught between the devil and the deep blue sea |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
Stranded
In a life in which your struggle for acceptance is a never-ending chore Upbraided For your actions past and present and rewarded for ideas of the future's bright open door The henchman is a human analogue Of the suffering multitudes who, like good dogs, sit and lick for their reward So what good advice have I got for you To insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate? Don't be a henchman Stand on your laurels Do what no one else does And praise the good of other men for goodness sake And when everyone else in the world follows your lead Although a cold day in hell it will surely be That's when the entire world shall live in harmony |
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from Bad Religion - Honest Goodbye [single] (2007)
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye That sick brass boy daydreaming, cry baby, convict, demon Hands so clean, a sympathetic cold-blooded killing machine How did you get so mean? I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye That sick brass boy daydreaming, cry baby, convict, demon Hands so clean, a sympathetic cold-blooded killing machine How did you get so mean? I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Well, I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his mother felt When she heard that her husband was dying And the underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack Were blowing up worlds and damned out loud Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel? Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything that you don't have to? Well, that's what I'm accustomed to So hooray for me and fuck you! When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank My angel-devil reveller shook me desperately in dying I don't exactly want to apologize for anything And now we're all mad and tangled In secret rooms with roman candles On an endless graveyard train Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything just 'cause you want to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me and fuck you! Yeah, I was dreaming through the "how's life," yawning, car black in that night When she told me "mad and meaningless as ever" And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme For a million crying voices in their tragedy of respectable existence Tell me, can you imagine for a second Trying half the things you ever wanted to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me Oh yeah, I'm not respectable, never sensible Maybe incredible, so damned irascible I like the things I do So hooray for me and fuck you! |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Well, I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his mother felt When she heard that her husband was dying And the underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack Were blowing up worlds and damned out loud Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel? Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything that you don't have to? Well, that's what I'm accustomed to So hooray for me and fuck you! When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank My angel-devil reveller shook me desperately in dying I don't exactly want to apologize for anything And now we're all mad and tangled In secret rooms with roman candles On an endless graveyard train Yeah, tell me Can you imagine for a second Doing anything just 'cause you want to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me and fuck you! Yeah, I was dreaming through the "how's life," yawning, car black in that night When she told me "mad and meaningless as ever" And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme For a million crying voices in their tragedy of respectable existence Tell me, can you imagine for a second Trying half the things you ever wanted to? Well, that's just what I do So hooray for me Oh yeah, I'm not respectable, never sensible Maybe incredible, so damned irascible I like the things I do So hooray for me and fuck you! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - Suffer (1988)
Tell me can the hateful chain be broken?
Production and consumption define our hollow lives Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean Toward a land that's better, much more bountiful and wide So when will mankind finally come to realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away Tell me is there anything so sure? Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more Like a dog that feeds until he suffers The infirmity of man is brought on by his selfish cure When will mankind finally come to realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
Going through a world of sad debris
Regard quixotic reveries of ownership The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision But I want something more Racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience the loss of trust and innocence The billowing cyclone of time has blown away our reasons As we trudge like blind men forward trying to avoid collision But I want something more |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
Hey brother Christian with your high and mighty errand
Your actions speak so loud I can't hear a word your saying Hey sister bleeding heart with all of your compassion Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation Hey man of science with your perfect rules of measure Can you improve the place with the data that you gather? Hey mother mercy, can your loins bear fruit forever? Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure? And I want to conquer the world Give all the idiots a brand new religion Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil Promote equality in all of my decisions With a quick wink of an eye and a "God, you must be joking" Hey mister diplomat with your worldly aspirations Did you see your children cry when you left them at the station? Hey moral soldier, you've got righteous proclamations And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations And I want to conquer the world Give all the idiots a brand new religion Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil Promote equality in all of my decisions With a quick wink of an eye and a "God, you must be joking" Is there a man that can conquer that which can't be tamed? And if that mad could speak would the words evoked be sane? Ask me the reasons for misery and shame I'll give your reasons for the wind and rain And I want to conquer the world Give all the idiots a brand new religion Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness, and toil Promote equality in all of my decisions With a quick wink of an eye and a "God, you must be joking" I want to conquer the world Expose the culprits and feed them to the children I'll do away with air pollution and then I'll save the whales We'll have peace on earth and global communion I want to conquer the world I want to conquer the world I want to conquer the world I want to conquer the world |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
In the city, the day is too hot
And you're hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain, But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same... In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. In the night, in the night you feel barely alive. You live your life in darkness, you've got pennies on your eyes. But you say that it's all right, 'cuz you've never lived a lie, As you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night. In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. In the night, in the night you feel barely alive. You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, And the little man inside twists your tormented mind. Your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat. Limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net. There are two things you can do. One is turn and fight. The other's run headlong into the night. In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes. In the night, in the night you feel barely alive. You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps, And the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it Good bye! |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Mother, father
Look at your little monster I'm a hero, I'm a zero I'm the butt of the worst joke in history I'm a lock without a key, a city with no door A prayer without faith, a show without a score I'm a bad word, a wink, a nod, a shiver An untold story, sex without purity, a creeping gray memory I am incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Doctor, cure me What is the cause of my condition? This madness shoots me Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie I'm a trap without a spring, a temple with no god A jack without an ace, the tip of your tongue I'm a promise in an unmailed letter An unbuilt motor, deck without a joker, a creeping gray memory I am incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Tell Saint Peter not to bet on me I've got a naked obsession A good intention gone bad I am incomplete Incomplete Incomplete Incomplete |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Individuals run for cover for the multitudes of thoughtless clones
Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear undercover, sheltered by the wafer Thin veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence Individuals, nowhere to be seen Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass with maggots Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat Oozing with progeny writhing and desperate for input from Someone more determined, someone more determined Congregated in invisible circles Half apart and half apart All too aware of the insignificance Pushing on with soul and heart Individuals don't pray for forgiveness when pinned up against the wall Under siege of persecution, under siege of persecution Individuals command exception and accept dichotomy Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore Procreation without gain or purpose Languid wills and torpid minds Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time You take yours and I'll keep mine |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Individuals run for cover for the multitudes of thoughtless clones
Have reached a critical mass, have reached a critical mass Individuals hide in fear undercover, sheltered by the wafer Thin veil of intelligence, thin veil of intelligence Individuals, nowhere to be seen Urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass with maggots Cooking in the desert heat, cooking in the desert heat Oozing with progeny writhing and desperate for input from Someone more determined, someone more determined Congregated in invisible circles Half apart and half apart All too aware of the insignificance Pushing on with soul and heart Individuals don't pray for forgiveness when pinned up against the wall Under siege of persecution, under siege of persecution Individuals command exception and accept dichotomy Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore Procreation without gain or purpose Languid wills and torpid minds Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time You take yours and I'll keep mine |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Now here I go, hope I don't break down
I won't take anything, I don't need anything Don't want to exist, I can't persist Please stop before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I'm on the edge, get against the wall I'm so distracted, I'd like to strike you Here's my confession, you learned your lesson Stop me before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me You're clear as a heavy lead curtain Want to drill you like an ocean We can work it out, I've been running out Now I'm running out, don't be mad about it, baby You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I want to tie you, crucify you Kneel before you, revile your body You and me, we're made in heaven I want to take you, I want to break you Supplicate you with thorny roses You and me are incurable I want to bathe you in holy water I want to kill you upon the altar You and me, you and me |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Now here I go, hope I don't break down
I won't take anything, I don't need anything Don't want to exist, I can't persist Please stop before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I'm on the edge, get against the wall I'm so distracted, I'd like to strike you Here's my confession, you learned your lesson Stop me before I do it again Just talk about nothing Let's talk about nothing Let's talk about no one Please talk about no one, someone, anyone You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me You're clear as a heavy lead curtain Want to drill you like an ocean We can work it out, I've been running out Now I'm running out, don't be mad about it, baby You and me have a disease You affect me, you infect me I'm afflicted, you're addicted You and me, you and me I want to tie you, crucify you Kneel before you, revile your body You and me, we're made in heaven I want to take you, I want to break you Supplicate you with thorny roses You and me are incurable I want to bathe you in holy water I want to kill you upon the altar You and me, you and me |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Automatons with business suits, swinging black boxes
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual As they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos In sagacious dialog they despise their average ways Betraying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution Where they practice exclusion on the masses every day I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-worth Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-growth No equality, no opportunity No tolerance for the progressive alternative |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Automatons with business suits, swinging black boxes
Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual As they file like drone ant colonies to their office in the sky I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Graduated mentors stroll in marbled brick porticos In sagacious dialog they despise their average ways Betraying pomp and discipline, they mold their institution Where they practice exclusion on the masses every day I don't ask questions, don't promote demonstrations Don't look for new consensus, don't stray from constitution If I pierce the complexity I won't find salvation Just the bald and overt truth of the evil and deception There is an inner logic and we're taught to stay far from it And it's simple and elegant But it's cruel and antithetic And there's no effort to reveal it Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-worth Decorated warriors drill harmless kids on pavement Simulating tyranny under red alert Protecting the opulent and staging moral standard They expect redemption of character and self-growth No equality, no opportunity No tolerance for the progressive alternative |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Control (1989)
The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine
As is dinner with your loved ones everyday But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life Green pastures, open spaces, holy ways And it must look pretty appealing, the acres of light The crowded festive nights and the millions of others just like you Yeah, it must look pretty appealing, this other world of sin We keep dreaming of what other people do The person sitting next to you is dismal and deranged On the bus ride home from work to end your day And the food on your table is more plastic than protein And your intellect depends on your TV And it must look pretty appealing, the pastoral retreat The folks on old main street and the few pleasant people just like you Yeah, it must look pretty appealing, the simple way of life We keep dreaming of what other people do But we never do what other people do You're too scared of other people not like you |
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