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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 Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
*Aint gonna take it - Anymore (x3)
Don't mess with my head Don't mess with my head Don't mess with my head Don't mess with my mind Now you messed with me the very last time Well I'm mad as hell - hell that's the truth For someone like you I aint got no use * Repeat Its a quarter to pain - half past hate I gotta get moving cause I'm running late It was all thought out, but now I'm breaking the plan In a moment we'll find out who's the man Well you should have stopped and seen that I'm not the one Now there's no stopping what's gotta get done You shouldn't have messed with my head, you shouldn't messed with my mind Now you'll find out about cyco time * Repeat You picked at my soul - you picked at my brain You pushed my button like a video game You picked at my head - picked at my mind But now you've picked on me the very last time Cause I'm heavy on my mind and I'm light on my feet That's just the sad facts it's not conceit You picked at my head, you picked at my mind But now you've picked on me the very last time * Repeat (x2) |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
[Muir]
You've heard about the war in my head And I've been known to wake the dead I'm not evil just possessed to skate And feeling like shit, just don't feel great Built to survive, Built to survive, Built to survive, I'm built, I'm built, I'm built to survive So much time spent alone And I'm still searching for my home Built to survive, Built to survive, Built to survive, I'm built, I'm built, I'm built to survive Had my scrapes with the law Is that your mommy that I saw ? They tried to ban us from L.A. But every dog has his day Built to survive, Built to survive, Built to survive, I'm built, I'm built, I'm built to survive And we're built to survive It's 1999 and going cyco's all that's on my mind Controlled by hatred lost again What I don't need is a friend I want more you fascist pig We are family, we live to live Built to survive, Built to survive, Built to survive, I'm built, I'm built, I'm built to survive |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
You tell me what I want to hear
I hear it all with my ears But that won't do me any use So I use my eyes to see the truth I've got cyco vision I use cyco vision I see cyco vision I've got cyco vision It doesn't matter what you say (bullshit) It only matters what you do (no shit) You cannot take the easy way with me 'Cause I've got cyco vision You put a smile on your face (???) To try and hide behind your lies (???) But that just magnifies the pain in your soul I see with my cyco vision I've got cyco vision I use cyco vision I see cyco vision I've got cyco vision When you think with all your might (you change) Right to wrong and wrong to right (don't change) |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
[Muir, Paul, Pleasants, Clark]
Peace through politics - is a fallacy that does not exist Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, Freedom Where's your freedom? We got your freedumb Get your freedom, I got your freedom Truth is hard sell but I know what goes over well Lies and cheap and free so the profit margin works exceptionally Where's your freedumb I got your freedom Get your freedumb we got your freedom |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
[Muir, Wackerman]
Teach me and I'll teach you If you need a hand I'll give you two Respect me and I'll respect you Disrespect me and I will destroy you Gaigan kaera Gaigan go home Don't come back Don't come back Hope for the best expect the worst This life it ain't no curse Respect me and I'll respect you Challenge me and I will destroy you Gaigan go home Don't come back Don't come back if you ain't suicidal Gaigan go home watch what you say watch what you do Cause I can give it back times ten to you You challenge me so I will destroy you Gaigan kaere Gaigan go home Gaigan kaera |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
[Muir, Pleasants]
I don't know what is it But I'm acting like I know I don't like what I see But I never let it show You can not understand What you were not meant to find So I lock it in a vault Halfway up my head Halfway up my head Halfway up head Halfway up my head - that's where it got stuck If you're trying to change me - well you're just out of luck I know what I am and how I must be Halfway up my head [Chorus:] Halfway up my head It got stuck Halfway up my head Halfway up my head in a back of a file I put up a front with a wink and a smile All of the things that you've done and you've said Halfway up my head Halfway up my head [Chorus] When I don't know what to think Then I don't know what to say When I don't know what to do I still do it anyway So if I sound confused You're listening all wrong I take it piece by piece And I cut what gets to long Halfway up my head Halfway up my head That's where it got lost Don't like what you said so the message got tossed You can not lock up what was meant to run free The spirit in me, the spirit in me I don't ask for no help and I won't |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
(Muir, Clark)
I'm so excited today I'm gonna die But I'm going to heaven so there's no reason to cry God says he loves me and I love him too Yes I have struggled, but but now suffering's through I don't want you to cry I just wanna say I'm so excited today I'm gonna die But I'll live forever so it's not really goodbye God has a plan for me and a plan for you So there's no reason to cry There's no reason to cry Cause I'm going to heaven I'm going to heaven Yes I'm going to heaven I'm going to heaven Over head such a shinning light As playful angels hover in flight In the blindingly brilliant pure white A sensation so peacefully My soul rises separates from my body The pearly gates I can now clearly see I've gone to heaven Hallelujah I'm so excited again I'll never die I'm up heaven so there's no reason to cry |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
You're not educated, your just regulated
You're not educated, your just regulated So if you're tired of getting pissed on You better get yourself a system And you'll keep on getting pissed on Until you get yourself a system We don't need no help no way, we're O.K. Anarchy for me, fascism for you Anarchy for me, means fascism for you We don't need no rules no way, anarchy Suicidal punx We don't need no rules no way We don't need your rules no way, we're O.K. We're hippie killers We're hippie killers We're hippie killers No drugs, smoke or drink Hippies suck that's what I think Politicians, I don't buy it Try to contai us, we're gonna riot We're hippie killers We're hippie killers We're hippie killers The original hippie killers You're not regulated, you're just not educated You're not regulated, you're just not educated So if you're tired of getting pissed on You better get yourself our system We don't need no rules no way, we're O.K. We don't need no rules no way We don't need no rules no way, anarchy We're the original hippie killers We're hippie killers We're hippie killers We're hippie killers No pills, trips or hippie weed Suicidal's all that I need Truth, respect and lots of pride In us they live, in you they died We're hippie killers We're hippie killers We're hippie killers, anarchy for me We're hippie killers, fascism for you We're hippie killers, anarchy for me We're hippie killers, fascism for you We don't need no rules no way! Anarchy Suicidal style |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
(Muir)
Too much time on my hands Too much salt in my wounds Too much pain in my heart Too many things to regret I've been thinking The cause of my confession I've been thinking The cause of my oppression I've been thinking What's causing my depression I've been thinking Because of my depression Won't do that change again Continuous lies never end I'd hate myself if I thought like you I'd have to hate myself to do the things you do Cause I ain't like you I ain't like you Too much getting no where Too much waiting to see Too many lies have been told Too many things thought in my head I've been thinking The cause of my confession I've been thinking The cause of my oppression I've been thinking What's causing my depression I've been thinking Because of my depression Stand up small hypocrite Your full of lies your full of shit I hate myself sometimes that's true But I can't hate myself enough to be like you I ain't like you I ain't like you I ain't like you I ain't like you Dirty job rearrange Smoke it up just taken change I can not hate myself I can not hate myself enough to be like you |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
(Muir, Clark)
Quack quack wop woop I'm about to get my thrill And I don't it from no funny ass pill I'm about to straight break loose I could fight it but it ain't no use I'm about it this far away From going off and making someone pay I'm about to buy myself Quack quack wop woop I'm about to toss and turn No sleep tonight I got a lesson to learn I'm about to throw a fit I can't seem to find the time to quit I'm about ready to roll Light on my feet with my gutted soul I'm about to get my thrill Anyway I will I'll buy, I'll buy myself I ain't got, I got noone else I'll buy, I'll buy myself When i go on sale I'm about 105 Died years ago, but I'm still alive I'm about 17 It's time to reinvent the punk rock scene I'm about one inch small When it seems that's noone cares at all I'm about to buy myself Quack quack wop woop |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
(Muir)
I'm harmless won't you help me I'm sickness only you can heal me I promise that I always be there I'm naked under my clothes I'm feeling naked I feel naked My heart's bleeding why don't you help me I'm screaming but still nobody hears Helpless and naked Helpless and naked Helpless and naked Naked, naked, naked, I'm naked I'm harmless till I hate you I'm tasteless that's why I'm with you I'm sensless even on payday I'm naked under my clothes You saw me naked, you saw me naked I'm saddned by all my failures It's a good thing I real good things I don't try I miss you whenever I'm with you Cause I thought that, I thought that you were someone else I saw you naked, I saw you naked, I saw you naked, Naked under our clothes We're all naked under our clothes |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
[Muir]
Pressures charging try to stall - Pound my head against the wall I've been feelings this for way to long I've been fighting this for way too long Something's bout to happen - get out of my way Something's better happen - get out of my way [Chorus:] Scream and shout - let it out Rip it out - Scream and shout Scream and shout - let it out Break it out - Scream and out Scream out [5X's] Hypnotized, Analyzed - A sorry attempt to sanitize When I've been feelings this for way too long When I've been fighting this for way too long I guess I'll do it my way - your's don't work I'm left to do it my way - your's don't work [Chorus] |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Freedumb (1999)
(Muir, Clark)
S. T. S. T. S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! S. T. Suicidal and proud! We are family! Suicidal and proud we are family We are family with all the love you could ever need We don't judge you from the color of your skin We judge you from what's within Sui sui sui Suicidal S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T Suicidal we are family We are a family brothers and sisters that are proud to be committed to one and all United we will never fall cause we are a family We are a family! Sui sui sui Suicidal S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T Suicidal we are family Original from the westside, S.M. and Venice Now we're grown to be a worlwide menace Say what we want cause I know how to back it up A cyco like me just straight don't give a f**k and in case you might not know I'm insane suicidal Rolling hard with notarious family We're as bad we want to be Cause in my life there's only one guarentee That suicidal I always be And further more you don't want to forget We don't take no shit ! We are family Everyone that's a down sui We like it hard and loud And we are always down and proud Sui sui sui Suicidal S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T S.T Suicidal we are family S.T Suicidal and proud Suicidal and proud We are family ! |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
oh yea, back again. hope you've enjoyed our little....excursion. tipping, toeing thru the mind of a muthafucka who needs a little fuck'n stomping on. yea, but don't take it wrong, see we ain't trying to tell you how to think, we're just trying to get you to think... and we ain't trying to control nobody, we want the people- to be in control, to know who they are and what they want to be. yea, and question authority, what the fuck but not for the sake of argument, but because you took the time to analyze it and you found a better fuck'n way, not just a fuck'n excuse to complain. and beware of people who try to use you as a statistic to back up their claims of power, that use you simply as a vehicle to get themselves where they want to with no reference to your best interest except for their disclaimer that their best interest is your best interest... and remember....cool is only three letters away from fool! |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
travels thru my veins, poisoning my soul makes me hate myself, makes my anger blow suffocates the hope, eats away my will traps in all the hate, depression... and i don't wanna feel this way, but i can't stop it at all and i don't wanna hurt no more, but i can't stop it at all and i don't wanna lie here numb, but i can't stop it at all and i don't wanna have to give in, but i can't stop it at all depression, it's got me i fought it, it whupped me depression and anguish the poison's inside me why can't i just make it end, i'm tired of feeling this way why can't it just let me be, i'm tired of feeling this way why can't i just have a break, i'm tired of feeling this way why can't it just go away, i'm tired of feeling this... depression and anguish the battle can't take this depression is poison the damage is all done and i don't deserve this, oh no and i don't wanna feel this, no and i don't deserve this, oh no and i don't wanna feel this, no digs into my heart, roots sprout thru my brain plants its ugly thoughts, growing wild again shuts all systems off, locks me in a haze traps in all the hate, depression... and i don't have the strenght to scream, but here it comes again and i don't have the sense to cry, but here it comes again and i don't have the will to fight, but here it comes again and i don't have the choice to quit, and here it comes... depression and anguish the battle can't take this depression, the poison the damage is all done depression, it's got me i fight it, but why me depression and anguish the poison's inside me |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
I don't give a shit I don't give a fuck I don't give a shit We don't give a fuck Your opinion don't mean shit to me And your shit is about to fall Your rationale isn't rational Like bungie jumping off a 6 foot wall I don't give a shit Your right and wrong to me is all wrong Politically correct means tag along stupid And you'll pay if you do me wrong And I don't ever tag along We don't give a fuck! I don't give a shit I don't give a shit I don't give a fuck What I am is who I am and I'm proud of who I am C'est la vie cause change to me comes naturally We don't give a fuck I don't give a shit I ain't ashamed of my past And my future's locked in real tight I ain't afraid of the present The guns aren't loaded and the fists aren't clenched I don't give a shit But I've taken up a brand new fight I don't give a fuck And I don't give a fuck I don't give a shit I don't give a shit We don't give a fuck! Hip ain't hip and cool ain't cool But a fool is definitively a fool But the truth is sad that's true New ain't new it is just new to you I don't give a shit I don't give a fuck We don't give a fuck no |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
evil evil evil you make me feel so... evil evil evil you make me wanna get... i tried to shield myself from you but your evil seeped on thru cause you're evil evil i tried to hide in thoughts but i always end up caught thinkin about getting evil evil i don't know why i fight this feeling when i should take it out on you evil evil evil you make my thoughts turn to... evil evil evil you make me wanna get... delaying the suspense destroy all innocence and my thoughts turn to evil evil cooking up the hate du jout the symptom is the cure and i'm gonna get evil evil it's the last thing that i wanted but it's the first thing i should get make mine evil... locked in evil... you make my thoughts turn to... evil evil evil you make me feel so... evil evil evil you make me wanna get... as my resistance is spent my actions get all bent and it's time to get evil evil my morals reach the junction where my conscience stops its function and i'm gonna get evil evil it's the last thing i was thinking so it's the first thing that i'll do evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil evil |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
yea, won't come and get me, i can feel your fear yea, so if you think you're lucky, i'll be right here ain't no right if there ain't no wrong and you're wrong to think i'll do you right yea, i'm fucked up baby, fucked up just right! yea, won't come and stop me, i can sense your fear yea, so if you think you've got it, i'll be right here ain't no bad if there ain't no good and it's good to knew i get you bad yea, i'm fucked up baby, fucked up just right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! yea, won't come and hate me, i can smell your fear yea, so if you're feeling crazy, i'll be right here ain't no hot if there ain't no cool and it's cool to know i get you hot yea, i'm fucked up baby, fucked up just right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! yea, won't come and hurt me, i can taste you fear yea, so if you got a death wish, i'll be right here ain't no right if there ain't no wrong and you're wrong to think i'll do you right yea, i'm fucked up baby, fucked up just right! fucked up just right! it makes no fuck'n sense, that makes no sense to me can't make no fuck'n sense, that makes no sense to me fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! you make no fuck'n sense, you make no sense to me you make no fuck'n sense, that makes no sense to me fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! fucked up...that's right! fucked up...just right! he he, yeah, you knew that that wouldn't go that way yeah, you knew that it can't go that way... he he, you knew you're gonna be that way, but no.. |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
I wouldn't mind, I wouldn't mind Every screwed up person gets revenge Every twisted thought will have it's shot Every messed up feeling has it's day Every jacked up moment will come back I wouldn't mind hearing you screaming in pain I wouldn't mind seeing you shaken with fear I wouldn't mind seeing you screaming in pain I wouldn't mind seeing you I wouldn't mind seeing you shaken from fear I wouldn't mind hearing you cry like a baby I wouldn't mind hearing you beggin' for your life Makes me feel the joy rise thru my soul Makes me think that there's hope after all Makes me wanna shout and jump for joy Makes me feel the purpose after all I wouldn't mind seeing you shaken with fear I wouldn't mind seeing you screamin' in pain I wouldn't mind seeing you I wouldn't mind I wouldn't mind I wouldn't mind seeing blood squirting from your veins I wouldn't mind seeing you dead! I wouldn't mind, I wouldn't mind seeing you deadI wouldn't mind hearing you beg for your life |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
oh yea, know that shit. sounds so good i wanna .... right along. yea this is k-sui, cyco miko here, giving you the easy muthafuck'n listening sounds for the hard of muthafuck'n hearing. yea, busting out on a whole new perspective to lock you upside your head. get your mind working. cause you know it ain't workin the way it should be. it's time to think.....not think like you think you think.....that ain't thinkin, that's just justifying your inability to accomplish the things that you're not willing to work for. so right now time to dig into the fuck'n trench. get a little fuck'n cyco. yea,cause you gotta fuck'n be crazy to believe in yourself! so what anyone else says....fuck it! i don't give a fuck! |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
how can you love someone if you think that you're no one? when you mistreat yourself and think it's all you deserve cause it's so hard to care is this love or is it loneliness? how can you demand respect when you have no respect? when you abuse your body, never mind your mind and you're your own worst victim there'll be no love just loneliness why do you force a smile when you know all the wilds? that you're burning inside, but don't want no one to know the hell that you're in as love turns to loneliness how can you sleep at night when you know it's not alright? when you wake up in the morning, nothin' has changed if you do nothin' about it love becomes loneliness love vs. loneliness... love vs. loneliness... love vs. loneliness... love vs. loneliness... and when you're down and you think you need something the temptations so hard to resist but what you grab sure ain't what you needed that's not love it's loneliness and when you're lonely and think you need someone the plot takes a painful twist there ain't no one that can make you feel like someone only you can cure the loneliness how can you be confident when you're all wrong with it? when you know what you're doing and you're doing it wrong it's no misunderstanding this ain't love this is loneliness how can you love someone if you think that you're no one... |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
no bullshit, no bullshit no bullshit, no bullshit no bullshit, no bullshit no bullshit, no bullshit hate! i hate the things you believe your truth is built upon lies i can't believe in a trend i won't be living no lie no bullshit, no bullshit (x4) hate! i hate everything you say i ain't got a time for your shit i refuse to be played i won't be living no lie no bullshit! that's where i stand no bullshit! that's how i'm living my life (x7) no bullshit, no bullshit (x4) hate! i hate the way that you are i can't believe in your ways i refuse to be hip i won't be living your lie no bullshit! that's where i stand no bullshit! that's how i'm living my life (x8) no bullshit! punk! |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
You talk your shit, but I ain't listenin' No fuck'n problem at all And I don't do no ass kiss'n Now here's the point that you've been missing Ain't got no fuck'n problem, I got no fuck'n problem at all Ain't got no fuck'n problem, I got no fuck'n problem at all You ain't alive - if you ain't livin' - You waste your life whining and sniveling So buckle up cause now I'm driving No fuck'n problem at all Ain't got no fuck'n problem, I got no fuck'n problem at all Ain't got no fuck'n problem, I got no fuck'n problem at all No fuck'n problem at all No fuck'n problem You think you know everything and more But a surprise you'll be in for Add it all up and you got no score No fuck'n problem at all You play the part - that I got no use No fuck'n problem at all Don't mean a thing cause you got no juice I live in peace I don't need a truce No fuck'n problem at all No fuck'n problem at all No fuck'n problem at all No fuck'n problem I got a piece but not to the puzzle No time to think staring down a muzzle I rise above and watch you fizzle No fuck'n problem at all |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
tippy toe thru broken dreams there goes a little fucked up piece of my brain didn't need it anyhow, didn't use it anyhow no way! my mind's been soakin' up so much shit...now it's cured not like healthy but cured like marinated dried out fuckin piece of meat suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka don't take no shit from no one suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka if you ain't suicidal, you ain't shit snap crackle pop it just stopped being funny don't know what was said but don't know if i like it there's always something funny that just ain't funny i ain't no muthafucker, never had one, never really wanted one but that don't mean your daughter's safe... guess that makes me a daughter fucker running thru a place i swear i'd never go smash it, wow, never know it could be so much fun i remember it now, i remember it now...just like it never was there's always something funny that just ain't funny suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka don't take no shit from no one suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka i'm suicidal for life! suicyco, suicyco, suicyco...muthafucka suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka don't take no shit from no one suicyco muthafucka, suicyco muthafucka said if you ain't suicidal, you ain't shit i got to think in a different way the old way got me nowhere the new way got me somewhere but nowhere where i wanted to go or where i belong i gotta go back to the old way i'm tired of people looking at me funny not knowing who was in control and who wasn't yea i'm not and that's why i'm in control! yea fuck it up, fuck it up again yea, fuck it up, yea fuck it up again fuck it up, yea fuck it up again, makes things a hell of a lot simpler yea fuck it up, yea fuck it up again, yea fuck it up, fuck it up again yea fuck it up, fuck it up again, makes things a hell of a lot simpler suicyco, suicyco, suicyco...muthafucka, muthafucka, muthafucka...he he he... |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
for a moment it seems, that this moment won't end so i pray for the end wasting my time waiting for mercy you sold me out just for the joy of hurting me so i pray for the end rest my child and be still tortured thoughts become real my heart stops such a rush, causes me to go numb wonder what next will come sitting alone in my misery i'd like to make your life become history wonder what next will come rest my child and be still tortured thoughts become real rest my child and be still fucked up feelings kill what more can i do? what more can i do? what more can i do? what more can i do? what more can i do? what else could i do? fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! what else could i do? what else can you do? what else can i do? what else can you do? what else can i do? rest my child and be still fucked up feelings kill fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! fucked up feelings kill! i lost again, once again, i don't know where to start now i'm back at the start you lied when you told me it would save me now taste the fucked up feelings you gave me i lost again, once again rest my child and be still fucked up feelings kill fucked up feelings kill... fucked up feelings kill... fucked up feelings kill... fucked up feelings kill... |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Suicidal For Life (1994)
I leach off you when things are good I?m here to kick you when you?re down But when you need me I?m not here You?re such a bummer when you?re down Let?s see-what you need?s a friend They say-that all you need?s a friend I know-what you need?s a friend Hello- I could use a? What you need?s a friend-all you need?s a friend As what I want you better give And of course we always share And what is yours is mine I'd do anything for you-anything And what is mine you can't have But everything has it's price Just you ask me and it's done-anything You should have read the fine print ha-ha Friend. Hi friend. It's me friend. What you need's a friend. All you need's a friend What you need's another friend. You never can have What you need's a friend. All you need's a friend I?m so glad you're my friend. Sucker Enough friends. Don?t you wanna be my friend? Of course you know who I am And I?ll never let you forget You are stuck with me forever Or until you have nothnin?more to give What you need's a friend all you need's a friend What you need's a friend all you need's a friend |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
Came and whispered in my ear Took a walk down under the street Never thought that I'd see the day I would meet But I tried to pretend that I didn't hear Turned my head and walked away And I tried to forget what they had to say Put on a smile and I tried to hide But I couldn't keep myself from crying inside CHORUS Oh, I...So I turned my head and I walked away Oh, I...And I tried to forget what he had to say Oh, I say...I died a little today And they saw the scars and they felt my pain Oh, I...And I chalked it up as another day Took a journey through my brain Thought if I lied I was going to win Knew the dreams I had over a bottle of wine Saw the things I didn't want to find But they said the battle wouldn't even begin Thought about the lies that I said to myself But I knew it's too late to find the help CHORUS I die a little each day |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
Don't you give me give me give me your borrowed time Don't you give me give me give me your recycled line Who do you think you are? You must think you're something Don't you give me give me give me you're here to help me I don't need shit and you ain't nothing Got to get with the program, I don't need no charity And if I made a perfect world you'd be gone Don't give me your nothin', I can do it myself Don't give me give me give me your misguided help Well I don't want shit and I don't need nothing Don't you give me give me give me your look of concern I don't need your meddling when you gonna learn Well you ain't shit and you ain't nothin' Well now you know what it feels like not to belong-so long Well I just made my perfect world-oops you're gone So don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no Don't give me your second-hand sympathy Don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no Don't you give me give me give me your nothing-no Don't give me your nothin', just let me be Who do you think you are? You must think you're something You can't fool me with that crap just leave me alone Don't you give me give me give me your worried tone And I don't need it, I don't need nothing Now I have a perfect world, now you're gone-oh oh oh Don't give me your nothin', don't give me your nothin' Don't give me give me give me that "What did I do?" You don't have to do nothing, you're just being you I'll tell you why, you ain't nothing Two perfect worlds, it just cannot possibly be-oh oh oh oh The only place that's perfect is in your mind If you make your perfect world you will find What's perfect for you is like a hell for me Don't give me your nothin' Don't give me give me give me your "I'll be there" I don't believe how you lie, you don't care Don't give me give me give me your "I love you" Don't give me your shit, don't give me your nothin' You're full of shit, your words mean nothing They just are words and the words ain't true ANd I just made my perfect world, now you're gone And in my perfect world your perfect world don't belong-so long No no-don't give me your nothin' No no-don't give me your nothin' No no-don't give me your nothin' No no-don't give me your nothin' |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
tense atmosphere in the air riot written everywhere riot squads coming from over there time to go home if you're square (chorus) riot squad bas their heads kick their ass until they're dead i want to be a fascist pig love to fight what a thrill we don't stop until we kill i want to be a fascist pig throw a bottle in the air put them up to their dare we'll just laugh while they stare let them hit me see if i care (chorus) get attacked by them you'll never heal they'll rob your conscience your sanity they'll steal they'll beat your brains until they spill that's the fascist favorite meal (chorus) |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
yesterday as i went out of the house i saw a body lying down quiet as a mouse she was lying face down in the sewer what you do-i got up closer and realized that i knew her what you see-all her organs comingfrom her inside that's nasty-slashed up skin, sliced-up hide tell me some more-turned her over and saw the tire tracks on her head then what-that's when i realized she was dead (chorus) twisted body, chopped-off feet her body was minced meat bust crawling on her arms she's dead can't do no harm gnarled-up legs, broken and bent her last breath has been spent i wonder how much you had to pay to get your mom killed in such a bloody way i saw your mommy and your mommy's dead i watched her as she bled well she had-chewed-off toes on her chopped-off feet say what?-i took a picture 'cause i thought it was neat that's cold-but the thing i like seeing the best what's that-was the rodents using her hair as a nest damn-i saw your mommy and your mommy's dead i saw your mommy and your mommy's dead (chorus) i know it is your allowance that you'll really miss but make it look good at her funeral and give her a kiss i saw your mommy and your mommy's dead i saw her lying in a pool of read-and she doesn't know how to swim i think it's the greatest thing i'll ever see-what's that? your dead mommy lying in front of me i'll always remember her lying dead on the floor i hope she dies twenty times more i saw your mommy and your mommy is dead i saw your mommy and your mommy is dead i saw her, i saw her...mommy i saw your mommy |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
i shot reagan, i shot sadat i'm gonna shot you dead in heaven you'll rot you're gonna rot in heave, hear an angel's voice you're too bad for hell, although it's you first choice rot in heave, you're too bad for hell rot in heaven, cause you're fogiven in hell i shot lennon, i shot the pope i shot the devil, now you ain't got no hope you're gonna rot in heaven, hear an angel's voice you're too bad for hell although it's your first choice |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
in times of trouble fall to my knees and i look to the sky cause me, me i want more the classification of our heart's a sin cause me, me i want more don't wanna pump nobody's gas-i want more don't wanna kiss my boss's ass-i want more don't wanna take the first job i find-i want more don't wanna dig coal out of a mine-i want more (chorus) slaving in a factory, a differnt kind of insanity feels like i'm locked in a cage working like a maniac, gave myself a heart attack for a job that pays minimum wage don't wanna work at the golden arches-i want more don't wanna was no rich man's cars-i want more don't wanna be nobody's gardener-i want more don't wanna be no garbage man-i want more (chorus) i sit and reflect about all that i've learned and all that i've seen cause me me i want more the memories come and they go away cause me me i want more don't wanna pump nobody's gas-i want more don't wanna kiss my boss's ass-i want more don't wanna take the first job i find-i want more don't wanna dig coal out of a mine-i want more i want more |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
so you're gonna be institutionalized you'll come out brainwashed with bloodshot eyes you won't have any say they'll brainwash you until you see their way (chorus) they stuck me in an institution said it was the only solution to give me the needed professional help to protect from the enemy myself they give you a white shirt with long sleeves tied around your back, you're treated like thieves drug you up because they're lazy it's too much work to help a crazy (chorus) they say they're gonna fix my brain alleviate my suffering and my pain but by the time they fix my head mentally i'll be dead |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
b-1 bombers in flight trident missiles in the air mx missiles underground protect us till we're dead (chorus) memories of tomorrow-too late for sorrow push the button kiss goodbye the nuclear arsenal a-bombs flying off their ramps nuclear bombs explode (chorus) radioactive people search for medicine pray for shelter kill for food (chorus) mass starvation contaminated water destroyed cities mutilated bodies (chorus) i'll kill myself i'd rather die if you could see in the future you'd know why memories of tomorrow |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
when i go down the street the people watch me shiver and shake i'm a prisoner of a demon i think my head's about to break it stays with me wherever i go i can't break away from its hold this must be punishment for selling my soul (chorus) too much pressure my pulse is rising my heart is pounding my head really hurts i can't take it all this pressure )from all these things inside of me everywhere i look i see them everywhere i go they're at what did i do to deserve this why won't they just leave my body are they people or are they spirits do they belong to the human race why do they want me so bad why won't they come out of their hiding place i can't see them but i know they're here i can feel it in my veins all this pressure on my body is causing all my strength to drain (chorus) am i crazy or am i insane or have i already lost my mind is it real or is it fake or am i in a permanent bind am i in power or am i a slave who in the hell is in control am i still living or am i dead do i still have a soul i know i can't keep going this way i have to give my mind some leisure if i keep on going like this i never again will taste pleasure if they will not break the oath i will have to disband i have lost all control this thing has now taken command possessed |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
flashing pictures on my screen shown too quickly to be seen does not register in my conscious mind propaganda of another kind they're fucking with me subliminally they're fucking with me subliminally (chorus) danger-nightmare doomsday-nightmare murder-nightmare nightmare-nightmare watching tv, i start to cry for no reason, i don't know why could it be from messages on my tv which i'm getting subliminally? they're fucking with me subliminally they're fucking with me subliminally (chorus) mind control the easiest way sponsored by the cia it's a weapon you cannot see it's propaganda subliminally they're fucking with me subliminally they're fucking with me subliminally (chorus) |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
father forgive me for i know not what i do i tried everything but i'll leave it up to you i don't want to live, i don't know why i don't have no reasons, i just want to die (chorus) i'm a suicidal failure, i've got to get some help i have suicidal tendencies but i can't kill myself i'm tired of this way of life, my patience has expried i'm barely just 20 but my life i will retire i went down to a rifle store, i bought myself a gun i point it at my head but i couldn't get the job done (chorus) i took all my mother's sleeping pills i jumped off a freeway bridge i drank three kinds of poison and drove my car off a ridge i beat myself with a bat put a noose around my head i overdosed on heroin but i'm still not dead (chorus) death may not be the answer it can't be all that great but me i'm not into living with life i can't relate by some masochistic reasoning i think that it will be fun i want to start my second life now so shoot me with your gun (chorus) i'm looking forward-suicidal i'm really bored-suicidal you wanna die-suicidal then die-suicidal honestly-suicidal at the game-suicidal at my school-suicidal at the bar-suicidal suicidal suicidal suicidal suicidal
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
father forgive me for i know not what i do i tried everything but i'll leave it up to you i don't want to live, i don't know why i don't have no reasons, i just want to die (chorus) i'm a suicidal failure, i've got to get some help i have suicidal tendencies but i can't kill myself i'm tired of this way of life, my patience has expried i'm barely just 20 but my life i will retire i went down to a rifle store, i bought myself a gun i point it at my head but i couldn't get the job done (chorus) i took all my mother's sleeping pills i jumped off a freeway bridge i drank three kinds of poison and drove my car off a ridge i beat myself with a bat put a noose around my head i overdosed on heroin but i'm still not dead (chorus) death may not be the answer it can't be all that great but me i'm not into living with life i can't relate by some masochistic reasoning i think that it will be fun i want to start my second life now so shoot me with your gun (chorus) i'm looking forward-suicidal i'm really bored-suicidal you wanna die-suicidal then die-suicidal honestly-suicidal at the game-suicidal at my school-suicidal at the bar-suicidal suicidal suicidal suicidal suicidal |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
Sick of people-no one's real Sick of you-you're too hip Sick of chicks-they're all bitches Sick of life-it sucks Suicide's an alternative Sick of trying-what's the point Sick of talking-no one listens Sick of listening-it's all lies sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick of thinking-just end up confused Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of life-it sucks Sick of politics-for the rich Sick of power-only oppresses Sick of government-full of tyrants Sick of music-top-40 sucks Sick of school-total brainwash Sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of life-it sucks Suicide's an alternative Sick of life-it sucks Sick and tired-and no one cares Sick of myself-don't wanna live Sick of living-I'm gonna die Suicide's an alternative Well I've got a little story to tell He said Satan's been lookin especially for me About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell He said Satan's got a paper gonna set your body free He said power and glory, bitches for screwin' All in your name and all for you today Power and fame, all in your name Oh yeah All the gold and bitches you ever could have Oh yeah All that you want, all that you need You'll have power, fame, all in your name Anything anything that you ever would need Everything that you ever could read Sign the paper it's ready too Well sign the paper that's all you do Anything there it's all for you Well this is all you got to do So I looked him in the eye and I said "Fuck you you little red-assed goblined-breathed horned-hed motherfucker!" And I don't really give a fuck about what you've been told Cause I don't care too much about gold And I don't really care for anyone looking after me |
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from Suicidal Tendencies - Still Cyco After All These Years (1993)
I'm not anti-society, society is anti-me I'm not anti-anything, I just wanna be free I'm not anti-religion, religion is anti-me You're undesirable, go straight to jeail Unless you control yourself Fascist state, no freedom Use self-expression, lose your freedom Kill someone in a war Get a medal, you're a hero You're a minority, you go straight to jail Protect yourself in everyday war I'm not anti-government, government's anti-me I'm not anti, anti's anti-me I'm not anti-politics, politics is anti-me I'm not anti-anything, I just wanna be free Innocent, never guilty High-class lawyer, you are rich If you're poor, must be guilty Even if innocent, you go straight to jail |
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