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There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot But the people aren't looking for a handout, they're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride From the force to the union shops, the war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor, all they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it At a job site the boss is god like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight but not tonight Feed 'em death, here comes another ration Feed 'em death, 'cause they're the finest in the nation Feed 'em death, when there's nothing left to feed them with When it's freedom or it's death Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears
And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turned blue and you're struggling just to see You were too far gone to carry on Now your life has stalled As you march ahead you go no place at all Pilgrim, when you left them all behind The loneliness destroyed your able mind Pilgrim, see the writing on the door? It's taking you back to a place you were before And the next in line paces your stride Waiting for your fall With a hope that lies in a hidden master's call Pious eyes ignoring passersby Headlong to their grave Don't despair this world of toil and care This pilgrim lost his way Pilgrim, will you ever find your call? Is truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all? Pious eyes ignoring passersby Headlong to their grave Don't despair this world of toil and care This pilgrim lost his way |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
If you're discontent to know your world's a pile of shit
Listen to a riddle that will tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Well, cultivation might have served you, might have raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call? Did you find what you were looking for or not at all? Not at all! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Culture might have cured you and raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Say the name Say the name Say the name |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Can you hear the call in our rambling land, susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night? A pall on truth and reason, it feels like hunting season So avoid those lines of sight and we'll set this right Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight Now come ye children, one and all, let's heed Ezekiel's call And bide until the word is good and right then get plucked clean out of sight The world will be erased, our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space Before the king of king's love, he'll snatch us from above, brothers, help me sing it Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight So how do you sleep? There's nothing to keep, this is deep Because we're animals with golden rules Who can't be moved by rational views Yeah, welcome to the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages Say it again, yeah These are the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages And the world might end tonight |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating Did you ever forget you had a regret? And what you only guessed at might still be waiting When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you? Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect The dreams that hound you? When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When you least expect it, he's going to run Like the blood-red path of the western sun The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oratory of hope and glory, a whisper and a rhyme
An effigy, a soldier out of time Citizen and patriot, you can't be far behind The funeral weighing heavy on your mind Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed Dig around the cemetery, a record of the day Friends and neighbors in stages of decay But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery The stimulus for this somber ceremony Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed The sanctimonious minions, how they grovel at the feet Authority is populist deceit Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline Just a victim of irrational design Requiem Requiem Requiem Bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path, whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight Years go flying by No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye Judgement comes in many forms but never scarce or shy And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Prejudicial waters wash over me A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight The faces and the names Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? 'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friends, we end up all the same It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path and whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at all Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all I know why you tore it down that day You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play You had your revenge Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all Well madness reigned and paradise drowned When Babel's walls came crashing down Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood And never any good Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Dedication's the price you pay
The initiated are coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl Fuck the freshman lectures and brandishments They just betray impoverished accomplishments The puppet masters fear originality They tighten up the tethers and they shackle your feet Submission complete Young recruits never have a chance Enticed to the drill, admonished to dance Early to rise and early to shine Life is long but the end is nigh Break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how rejuvenation conquers all fears Lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Submission complete Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how the pain of failure makes it all clear The lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Expectation Indoctrination Life's damnation Submission complete Dying on your feet Submission complete A total defeat |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
I could only get the tools, the stimuli and molecules
Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype Reprogram your mind But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist? You can't make a man a machine I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist Razed by discovery But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Delusion |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal, little packets of darkness, wanting to grow, Well there's nobody home, and there's a wreck in the yard, and maybe they're coming back, if we wish really hard, if we wish real hard now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting, waiting for peace, at the end of our streets, back behind our apartments, in our passenger seats, just a moment of bliss, of it all of the ways, but despair and oblivion, of our precarious ways, its ours to face now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working, and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is still right here waiting, now I know nothing lasts forever, so we might as well wish for a God damn fix, of this toxic change in weather, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the others can barely stay in the running, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something |
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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, 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot But the people aren't looking for a handout, they're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride From the force to the union shops, the war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor, all they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it At a job site the boss is god like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight but not tonight Feed 'em death, here comes another ration Feed 'em death, 'cause they're the finest in the nation Feed 'em death, when there's nothing left to feed them with When it's freedom or it's death Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
The road is narrow, the horizon wide
And they say what's waiting on the other side Is so rewarding and the ultimate prize But what good is something if you can't have it until you die? Desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Temptation, revelation , you decide Torture shows its colors often in disguise Progress and purpose help us realize We pass along a brighter faith Even though it must be blind Desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Let's go Oh, desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away, yeah Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue
Saint Ann's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of limelights The fans of Santa Ana are withering And you can't deny the living is easy If you never look behind the scenery It's showtime for dry climes Bedlam is dreaming of rain When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning This is not a test Of the emergency broadcast system When Malibu fires and radio towers Conspire to dance again And I cannot believe the media Mecca They're only trying to peddle reality Catch it on primetime, story at 9 The whole world is going insane When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning A placard reads the end of days Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze More a question than a curse, how could hell be any worse? The flames are starting, the camera's running, so take warning When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Innocents burned alive at the stake
Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died Scattering seeds of ancient lies Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Child molesters and Jesuits Holding secret conference Underneath the Pontiff's nose And only God will ever know Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Give us this day our daily bread Your legacy we'll not forget Lick the wounds, cleanse the land The modern world rejects your hand Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score The nightmare comes in sinister rouge |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Like you, perseverance is a useless tool Just a patron on a ship of fools Feigning interest in the cast and crew While you've broken every single rule There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined Now it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Shadows entertain the unwashed masses Scholars explain their numb reactions I don't even know if I can ever find truth But I'm sure it won't come from following you There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
We strike first and we're unrehearsed
Here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth Come on, get your money's worth Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We're comin' on fast And we're built to last We stumbled once in 'Nam now we're glad to finally say those days have past Tell me how long can it last? Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We just started out You don't need to be afraid Yeah, you deserve two minutes hate Well, we spit and we cursed And our bleeding-hearts burst But even ten million souls marching in February Couldn't stop the worst C-c-c-couldn't reverse Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live, can't give, won't be) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) I can't live if it isn't with you (Can't live, can't give, won't be, E - M - P - I - R - E) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark Like catching lightening in a jar And the pain that it brings is just the promise of spring It's madness on the wing Oh, what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive The entering is soulful conjecturing Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved ghost Please come back to me again Because the way that she bleeds Is in the law that he reads Confusing words and deeds So what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane Poor science in the service of a faith But who will bear the mark of Cain To come alive .......x12 |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I felt astray 'Cause I had nothin' to offer but insufficiency And you know that it's a bitch When you learn to scratch that itch Of blatant fallibility Sooner to some, but eventually All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And you wonder, ""What's in this for me?"" To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So what should I do now? What should I celebrate Given finite means and a penchant to depreciate ? How can I still avow and depend upon a state That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare, or fate? And I know I can't explain the commotion in my brain Like a terrifying reality deconstructed but inadequately All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And release the weight of history To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So long ago So long ago Oh, I set sail And I'm struggling on the way And I'm waiting for the day (To another abyss ) And I'm looking for a way back home (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) |
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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 - 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 - 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, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
It's a matter of prescience, no not the science-fiction kind
It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading disjointed politics Founded on petrochemical plunder and we're its hostages If you stand to reason you're in the game The rules may be elusive but our pieces are the same And you know if one goes down we all go down as well The balance is precarious as anyone can tell, the world's going to hell Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now We can't do nothing and think someone else will make it right You might not think it matters now, but what if you are wrong? You might not think there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song But the way it is cannot persist for long A brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon It's in the way we live our lives Exactly like the double edge of a cold, familiar knife And supremacy weighs heavy on the day It's never really what you own but what you threw away, and how much did you pay Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now We can't do nothing and think someone else will make it right In your dreams You saw a steady state of bounty for eternity Silent scream But now the wisdom that sustains us is in full retreat Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster isn't worth the risk Kyoto now We can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed Alien We need a fresh and new religion to run our lives Hand in hand The arid torpor of inaction will be our demise Kyoto now! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
You're obsessed and distressed 'cause you can't make any sense
Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence That will deem your common sense useless This ain't no recess I want to believe in you but my plans keep falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes And I'm no fool I'm materialist, a full-blown realist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'm prone to have it out with you I'm materialist, there ain't no fear in this It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Mind over matter, it really don't matter If the street's idle chatter turns your heartstrings to tatters Flatter hopes don't flatter and soul batter won't congeal to mend a life that's shattered into shards Was it in the cards? The process of belief is an elixir when you're weak I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak But generally my outlook's not so bleak And I'm not meek I'm materialist, call me a humanist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'll gladly have it out with you I'm materialist, I ain't no deist It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Like Rome under Nero, our future's one big zero Recycling the past to meet immediate needs And through it all we amble forth to persevere and climb Our mountains of regret to sow our seeds I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way
Savior-faire in dull despair while living day to day My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you Looking back I'm off the tracks more times than I recognize Mistakes are another opportunity to refine My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you There's no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try There might come a day When emotion can be quantified But as of now there's no proof necessary No proof necessary No proof necessary There's no proof necessary, it's only in your mind |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me?
What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in? I gotta go faster, keep up the pace Just to stay in the human race I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion Now here I go again everything is alien How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change? My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless When measured in that vein I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion I won't lie (pace setters, go-getters) It's exciting (rat racers, forgetters) When I try (researchers, berserkers) To decide things (strategies to help the workers) I just want to live (new time-saving devices) Decently (quick vices, no crisis) Meaningfully (brevity dependency) I'm in misery (digital efficiency) I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode, not a malady Yeah, I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels but there's nothing on And my high speed connection's monitored daily by the Pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dream Won't go away (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (With no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (No sense) And no guide (No guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the predator I'm running out of time where conditions are positional Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality Is there an option left for me? I'm not immune to despondency There's no way (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (with no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (no sense) And no guide (no guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense There's a signpost on the corner and it keeps everybody safe We were all made in the shade And your mother's in the kitchen where she's patching all the cracks in the wall We never had a care in the world (No shade) Too much to sacrifice (And no light) It's hard to recognize (Just black) Traps to compromise (And white) Obscuring deadly alibis (My plans) It's combinational (Designs) The pressure so intense So I'll construct this sound defense (No way) Nothing's plainer than the madness in the world today (No sign) I must conceal myself and steal myself and break away (No grace) I seek initiatives in matters that are black and white (No sense) So I'll construct this sound defense |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
How do you know what you can be
If you can't see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Freedom is such a loaded word So full of hurt and such aplomb Loneliness saunters in its breeze Like a disease it drags along The time of your life can't be had for a song Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show Why do you lie, why do you lie? Only the meek follow Why do you lie, why do you lie? Trample the fear below You might just be the last to know |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to?
And can it be found in a record store? Well, it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different, just like all the other kids Missy was a teen blue video star, Tom took his life in his mother's car Milo went to college, but you knew about that Rodney played our records, Jimmy started riots, Laurie was always quiet She was battling depression Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? And can I pick it up for a song or a diploma or a worthy cause? Well, let me tell you that there's nothing wrong It's just that ones like us will never belong Jack wore a skirt but he knew how to scrap, Billy went to county on a class-one possession Wendy went to school while her daddy shot smack Eugine kept a list, Mugger was security, Mary she kept her purity We were all in it together Yellowed postcards on the wall Serve to cover up the blankness after all So I will carry them along like a song When I'm gone Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? You know we've been here all along like a confederacy of the wrong And I confess it could be prejudice But to you I dedicate this song |
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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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog Yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference If you think I'm all alone you are foolishly wrong There's an entire army who blindly follow along And you happen to be one of them, believe it or not Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague The other ways we're taught to fear Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here But I'm not blind and I'm not scared So many crucial factors exist out there And we're but one and they're but two And how we come to terms will help us pull through Things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today But so many are like me, lost in the fray You create your own reality And leave mine to me, leave mine to me Leave mine to me, leave mine to me |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog Yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference If you think I'm all alone you are foolishly wrong There's an entire army who blindly follow along And you happen to be one of them, believe it or not Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague The other ways we're taught to fear Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here But I'm not blind and I'm not scared So many crucial factors exist out there And we're but one and they're but two And how we come to terms will help us pull through Things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today But so many are like me, lost in the fray You create your own reality And leave mine to me, leave mine to me Leave mine to me, leave mine to me |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
If I'm a monster, I am a willing one
This roller coaster ride is an enticing one On the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder Carrying me like a vessel through water And everything you see leaves a mark on your soul Everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul Everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everything you make leaves a mark on your soul If I can touch it, I can destroy it If it's imaginable to some degree I can become it Like a hungry turning cortex that just flickers to existence Consuming bits and pieces 'til I'm finally extinguished And everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you bear leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul And everything you take leaves a mark on your soul Everything you give leaves a mark on your soul And all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control And every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
If I'm a monster, I am a willing one
This roller coaster ride is an enticing one On the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder Carrying me like a vessel through water And everything you see leaves a mark on your soul Everything you feel leaves a mark on your soul Everything you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everything you make leaves a mark on your soul If I can touch it, I can destroy it If it's imaginable to some degree I can become it Like a hungry turning cortex that just flickers to existence Consuming bits and pieces 'til I'm finally extinguished And everyone you see leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you bear leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you touch leaves a mark on your soul Everyone you love leaves a mark on your soul And everything you take leaves a mark on your soul Everything you give leaves a mark on your soul And all the fear and loneliness that's impossible to control And every tear you cry leaves a mark on your soul |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Well, now do you feel a little better? Lift up your head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
So you're feeling unimportant
'Cause you've got nothing to say And your life is just a ramble No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son That might make you change your mind Your life is historically meaningful And spans a significant time Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Well, now do you feel a little better? Lift up your head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than cry The rich, the poor, the strong, the weak, we share this place together And we pitch in to help it die, we pitch in to help it die I'm not too good at giving morals And I don't fear the consequence If life makes you scared and bitter At least it's not for very long Slumber will come soon And you are helping put it to sleep Side by side we do our share, faithfully assuring That slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon Slumber will come soon |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying If I could fly high above the world Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cockroach naps and rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living The world is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit upon a match? I want to know why Hemingway cracked Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock And characters an amateur would never dream up Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
A febrile shocking violent smack
And the children are hoping for a heart attack Tonight the windows are watching The streets all conspire and the lamppost can't stop crying If I could fly high above the world Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the word stupidity? Or would I see hungry lover homicides, loving brother suicides And olly olly oxenfrees who pick a side and hide? The world is scratching at my door My morning paper's got the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cockroach naps and rattling traps How many devils can you fit upon a match head? Caringosity killed the Kerouac cat Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction In my alley around the corner there's a wino with feathered shoulders And a spirit giving head for crack and he'll never want it back There's a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living The world is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How many angels can you fit upon a match? I want to know why Hemingway cracked Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction Life is the crummiest book I ever read There isn't a hook Just a lot of cheap shots, pictures to shock And characters an amateur would never dream up Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection To the world outside The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the son of God is coming Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my injection From the world outside Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding And I learn what I can by the television light So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television |
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Television, television, television, television
Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bask in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection To the world outside The world outside is buzzing like an angry wasp in summer The candidates are running and the son of God is coming Crackle mental convolutions tune in to the revolution Whereby everyone's included so we'll never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my injection From the world outside Every atom of my body, blood, and sinew, bone and fiber I can't distill you from my blood, you're a hungry germ inside of me You're my lover, my heroine, my conscience, and my voice and I know now that I have learned to let you in, I will never have to be alone Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television Oh yeah, I want to bathe in your golden light Submerge in electric waves I'd take after my mother but she's from a different generation I prefer my big brother, he's so gentle and understanding And I learn what I can by the television light So that when I'm all alone I know it's gonna be alright Television, television, television, television Television, television, television, television |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
Every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend
Could it be that it's only superficiality? Without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise Handshakes are nothing but a subtle fuck you Contracts determine the best friendships This is the way of the modern world Everyone's vying for patronage This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Every time you shake someone's hand and you share neither color nor creed You gotta overcome the obstacles of history There is restrained passion, mistrust and bigotry And these have created the new foundations of society There's no harmony just class and race This is the way of the modern world Everyone's fighting for dominance This is the way of the modern world And something has gotta give Now I believe in unity And I am willing to compromise But I'm not gonna lie or sell my soul Every time you shake someone's hand It determines where you stand And if you won't uphold your side then it's better to Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Fend for yourself Fend for yourself Fend for yourself And shun the handshake Someone's gotta give |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
The brown and orange sky holds its breath
As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And wait for sleep to overcome us And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if you don't confront them they will never go away The billions of tiny pinhole embers fade into a morning sky Filled with poignant morose wonder Waking to bear a cosmetic peace that verifies the turmoil That we carry deep inside And from somewhere in our black subconscious minds when we're asleep Comes a haunting swelling mass of voices resonating It screams of forgotten victims and the cries of innocence And the desperate plea for recognition and recompense Tiny voices Echoes of our heritage, our long and sallow faces turn the other way Tiny voices Harbored deep within as we outwardly deny that they have something to say And if we don't confront them they will never go away |
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from Bad Religion - Stranger Than Fiction (1994)
There's a purpose, and there's a goal
There's a virtuous, and immoral There's a reason, for all of this But I don't know what it is I am one, and plural too I accept them, but they exclude I could make sense, of all of this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is There's a beginning, and there's an end There's a climax, some would contend There's a way to, signify this But I don't know what it is The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find So I don't know what it is, show me something more definitive I don't know what it is |
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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 - 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 - 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 - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Everywhere I look I see
Exclusive huddled uninviting Shelter is a privilege Of the sane and competent Kerosene keeps me warm I'm alone to watch it burn Kerosene Exposure Is a pitiful and pointless way of dying Before it gets me I'll build a funeral pyre Kerosene keeps me warm I'm alone to watch it burn Kerosene I'm a man and my dignity won't wave Tonight buildings rage Kerosene keeps me warm Feels so good to watch it burn Kerosene Kerosene keeps me warm I'm alone to watch it burn Kerosene Kerosene keeps me warm Feels so good to watch it burn Kerosene Kerosene keeps me warm Feels so good to watch it burn Kerosene |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Suddenly it came to me
A potent dosage of reality I saw myself in the broad daylight And it made me think about life I am not the kind of guy Who nods his head with closed eyes I scoff at labels, defy censuses And despise group mentality All along I thought that this was only human But I know now that I'm in the minority I'm lookin' in, lookin' in Lookin' in, I'm lookin' in Now I think in relation to My fellow man and what he strives to do We fail to see there's no compromise Our evolution is our demise One day you mind you're also one of me A complex microcosm of the human race Observing those around us, desiring to belong Behind the guise of salvation we suffer all along the way We're lookin' in, lookin' in Lookin' in, we're lookin' in Lookin' in, lookin' in Lookin' in, we're lookin' in |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Rescue me when I get too deep
Talk to me, there's nothing to tell Everyone is a hypocrite Look to me, I'll save your soul Now somebody out there must be reading my mail 'Cause everybody knows Follow me when you give up Work for me, it'll serve you well Everyone is a hypocrite Come to me, I'll save your soul Now somebody out there must be tapping my phone 'Cause everybody knows I'm a man with a mission I'm gonna fly you away High above the noise and competition I'm a man with a mission Somebody out there must be reading my mail 'Cause everybody knows I'm a man with a mission Passing through your town today I'll condemn you to fiery perdition I'm a man with a mission |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Take those potatoes out of your ears
Listen to the warnings, verify all your fears There's a world outside that's ready to blow And we're all to blame when it finally explodes You gotta listen up Gotta listen to what they're saying to you Gotta listen up And think about what they're telling you Temperature is rising but the odorous way Will bury us alive in what we throw away If we don't reuse most of our debris Our kids can't go with a carbon copy You gotta listen up Gotta listen to what I'm telling you Gotta listen up And think about what I'm saying to you They're the modern day catastrophists They've got practical solutions They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists And they know fifty ways to save the world What makes you think you can cure our disease? Maybe it's just our biology Maybe it's time to make room for another species This is the 21st century You gotta listen up Gotta think about what they're saying to you Gotta listen up And think about what they're telling you They're the modern day catastrophists They've know all the right equations They're the self-appointed righteous pragmatists And you too can be one of the few to save the world But you gotta listen up Gotta think about what they're telling you Gotta listen up And do exactly what they tell you to They're the modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists Modern day catastrophists |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
I know a man who doesn't have many friends
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends I know it's hard for him to read between the lines And his days are getting so much shorter He simply turns away and dons a bitter frown His world is crumbling, his ship is waited down He doesn't care as long as he can wear the crown I know this man all too well It's my poor friend me A portrayal of the great dichotomy It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam I know there are people who are cynical and vain They point their finger 'cause they can't accept the blame They live their lives under a blanket of shame And their progeny crawl from underneath it Lately I've come to see the solution And it begins with me But I'm so fallibly human I'll pick the lock but will not turn the key All people running scared, we live, breathe, and die All too aware that time is slipping on by We have solutions but don't even try And I feel I know just who to blame It's my poor friend me A reminder of a tragic history It's my poor friend me And I'm running out of steam |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Nothing more, nothing less
An icon on the wall, decoration and duress That which many strive to be It's the marble statue staring over me And nobody has the will to tear it down It determines wrong and right But to me it's just a stereotype And it makes us lose our sight The portrait of authority You tell me that's what I'm supposed to be Another time, another man An oppressive intrusion, a plague across his land And it haunts him every day It tells him that he has no chance, his hopes just fade away And he lives his life prepared to tear it down But he can't muster the support And to him it's just a stereotype Of his life long fight The portrait of authority It embodies what he cannot be |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Can't you feel it, can't you see
The promise of prosperity? It's overwhelming you and me It afflicts us like a disease Ubiquitous, compelling too We cling to you like crazy glue And inject such a potent seed It's best for all humanity The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe Reliving our ancestry The frightful lack of harmony Our forefathers who led the way Their victims are still here today Now it's time to erase The story of our bogus fate Our history as it's portrayed Is just a recipe for hate A recipe for hate The spread of culture, the sword of progress The vector of suffrage, a warm and septic breeze The pomp and elation, the duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid, it's just a recipe |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at all Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all I know why you tore it down that day You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play You had your revenge Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all Well madness reigned and paradise drowned When Babel's walls came crashing down Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood And never any good Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
"Hi..Welcome to Stealth"
This is a strong an confound This weekend i will spend over 800 million dollers on drugs first, i will continue pushing the narcotics for all low income people not covered and soon after that we can get rid of each and every one of them and im doin what i think is right an i certainly deserve it gnight |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even Christmas
He sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes And she spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes You can never get out of the line of sight Like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green Like a tragic real dream, I guess it struck a nerve Everyday I wander in negative disposition as I'm bombarded by superlatives Realizing very well that I am not alone Introverted, I look to tomorrow for salvation but I'm thinking altruistically And a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone And I guess it struck a nerve, sent a murmur through my heart We just haven't got time to crack the maze Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve I try to close my eyes But I cannot ignore the stimuli If there's a purpose for us all, it remains a secret to me Don't ask me to justify my life And I guess it struck a nerve, like I had to squint my eyes You can never get out of the line of sight Like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells A collision in the dark, I guess it struck a nerve |
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from Bad Religion - Recipe For Hate (1993)
I was born on planet Earth
The rotating ball where man comes first It's been around for a long, long time But now it's time to watch it die I saw a man on the big blue screen He ruled the world economy He said the rich would never concede But someday soon he'll be put to sleep I've seen the life of the forest green And adaptations of the deep blue sea And who know who is the fittest? They will all soon be put to rest On a plunging flight And we're sitting in the pilot's seat In the midst of life People on a dark horizon, praying somebody will save their lives I was born on the planet Earth At a drastic time full of plastic mirth And every day I've seen increasing signs And you would too if you'd open your eyes You had a chance, you did not try So now it's time to watch it die |
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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 - 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, 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, 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, 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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