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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
I know I'm part of something greater than myself
Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale I know I'm part of something greater than myself We're all engaging in a game of attrition Maybe god is just a chemical fiction I'm a monkey with a madding affliction Fact checking for a mental condition I know I'm part of something greater than myself Don't know the meaning but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored out of scale I know I'm part of something greater than myself |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Some live, some die
Everybody wonders why we're here Should we even try? Philosophers lost in the night A beacon in the distance You gotta turn around Its vestige dimly flickers in elocution sound The modernist chronometer uptight and underwound Pretensions of a higher ground Higher ground Introspective paradise found Adam's atoms resound Economy of nature The dead and shallow graves The particles of happiness elude us in their names A psychosymbiotical reflection on the waves Eternal as the night and day Night and day Omnipresent ???? of fate Adam's atoms remain The righteous opposition has led us all astray One side against the other One loses, one reclaimed And if reconciliation eludes us every day Then will we ever find a way? Find a way Not with our allogeneous gaze Adam's atoms remain Adam's atoms betray Adam's atoms remain |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Porcelain and alabaster
Decaying ever faster Unaware of imminent disaster Open up your eyes As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Did you wander out your days lost and resigned Or recreate the universals in your mind? Everybody is a bastard My world is like plaster Crumbling apart from pressure of the blaster Waiting for a sign And the momentary pleasures take their turn As the wistful boy learns out of things to learn The episodes of yore are never to return Scare up some hope, you're gonna need it just to cope You are the decision, numbers don't lie When you bite the dust, was it for purpose or for trust? You'll never relive it, think before you die Yeah, think Think before you die Deficit and deprivation In the wake of desperation Rewrite the morals, rectify the nation Now may be your time As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time Do you wonder how your life has been defined? You know eternity can't ever change your mind You know eternity can't ever change your mind So think Think before you die Yeah, think Think before you die |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
These rational delusions have got to cease
The second hand has finally got the best of me I'm too aware about the singularity That brought me to the edge of time And it's always on my mind now They say that what is past is coming back someday The world is turning faster but it's just one way And I'm desperate to try most anything to abate A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now Maybe there's a science or technology To help me come to terms with my maker Since natural selection never banked on me I must be an exception to the plan Someone help me understand now Cryogenic methods are intractable And collagen polymers aren't so terrible But they still can't prevent the inevitable farewell A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now A simple chronophobia A simple chronophobia now |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation While praying came a wicked inspiration Brothers, sisters, this is what he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way But more before the crazy notion leapt right into his head And stubbornly crept into every mad perception I can't deny a funny feeling when he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you Dearest in memoriam, set phasers to stun And grab yourself a neighbor's skeleton to lean upon Did you know him in life, one filled with regret? So soon we all forget we ever met Do you know my name? Sing a light refrain For a man estranged I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved I can't believe I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Here's a story of an honest man losing religion
Climbing the pulpit steps before an eager congregation While praying came a wicked inspiration Brothers, sisters, this is what he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you He was the kind of guy who'd always go right out of his way But more before the crazy notion leapt right into his head And stubbornly crept into every mad perception I can't deny a funny feeling when he said Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved Make no mistake, despite our traits, I've seldom seen I can't relate to you I can't relate to you Dearest in memoriam, set phasers to stun And grab yourself a neighbor's skeleton to lean upon Did you know him in life, one filled with regret? So soon we all forget we ever met Do you know my name? Sing a light refrain For a man estranged I won't deny that I'm inclined to isolate Dearly beloved, dearly beloved, dearly beloved I can't believe I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you I can't relate to you, I can't relate to you |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
In the garden where he was cast out by the lord
Flames an omnidirectional sword For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with his loot He cantered aimlessly through endless permutations of night Seeking a purpose and the meaning of kin And when it finally came to him You could have mistook it for the meaning of sin The women wished him well every time he cast off marching to hell Now if you've never seen a terrible sight, stroll the garden of earthly delights Maybe we can make it right someday I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars He knelt down before the unholy mob And cried "war is god" Gleaming outwardly with great pride And prepared to die The women wished him well every time he cast off marching to hell Now if you've never seen a terrible sight, stroll the garden of earthly delights Maybe we can make it right someday I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars Who cannot fight anymore Will never love any less That kid inside of murder Must be committed To live a life of hostility Never asking what it means When mother nation, blood and religion Sanction killing upon the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars High above the Fields of Mars |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down Depreciate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom found Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection Delegate, facilitate, investigate and obviate The black turns green, black turns green Separate, evaluate and cultivate and propagate The master's dream, master's dream Sing the fears of history with a renewed inflection View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention Machine of life, oh can we make it run? We have the tools but only just begun Machine of life, oh can we make it run? The calculations of a greater sum Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
And did those feet in ancient times
Trod on America's pastures of green? And did that anthropocentric God Wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? I don't think so He's up there with the others laying low Vying with those Who you've traded your life to to bless your soul And have they told you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? Or have you escaped from scrutiny And regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see Religion is just synthetic frippery Unnecessary In our expanding global culture of efficiency Now we all fear This impasse we have built to our future Ever so near, ever so near And oh so austere |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Back in '83, a man came to me and he told me "Son
Our way of life is done," but I was only young With an eye to the fields, speculators and yields rotten to the core Monoculture whores entered the bidding wars from distant shores I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea Oh, the sinuous trails of concrete and rails and exhausted roars Population wars setting our future course Is profit and greed the only conceit on a scale betrween Mere prosperity and inhumanity? It may well be But I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea I don't want to be In the land known as destitute and free With the grains of wrath blazing a path From sea to shining sea |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye That sick brass boy daydreaming, cry baby, convict, demon Hands so clean, a sympathetic cold-blooded killing machine How did you get so mean? I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears
And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turned blue and you're struggling just to see You were too far gone to carry on Now your life has stalled As you march ahead you go no place at all Pilgrim, when you left them all behind The loneliness destroyed your able mind Pilgrim, see the writing on the door? It's taking you back to a place you were before And the next in line paces your stride Waiting for your fall With a hope that lies in a hidden master's call Pious eyes ignoring passersby Headlong to their grave Don't despair this world of toil and care This pilgrim lost his way Pilgrim, will you ever find your call? Is truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all? Pious eyes ignoring passersby Headlong to their grave Don't despair this world of toil and care This pilgrim lost his way |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
If you're discontent to know your world's a pile of shit
Listen to a riddle that will tickle every bit of it Ha ha ha! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Well, cultivation might have served you, might have raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Did you listen to the arbiter's beck and call? Did you find what you were looking for or not at all? Not at all! Ape shall not murder, ape wasn't so sure Bad ape, you made a mistake, annihilation in a cannibal war Culture might have cured you and raised you up unscathed If you had called that fucker by its name Say the name Say the name Say the name |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Can you hear the call in our rambling land, susurrations that can expand
Beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night? A pall on truth and reason, it feels like hunting season So avoid those lines of sight and we'll set this right Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight Now come ye children, one and all, let's heed Ezekiel's call And bide until the word is good and right then get plucked clean out of sight The world will be erased, our kin will be immaculate ejaculate in space Before the king of king's love, he'll snatch us from above, brothers, help me sing it Welcome to the new dark ages Yeah, I hope you're living right These are the new dark ages And the world might end tonight So how do you sleep? There's nothing to keep, this is deep Because we're animals with golden rules Who can't be moved by rational views Yeah, welcome to the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages Say it again, yeah These are the new dark ages I hope you're living right Welcome to the new dark ages And the world might end tonight |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oh, can't you feel the nostalgia, I wonder about you, modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever, never hesitating in the baiting, ever waiting for the canticle of manacles abating Did you ever forget you had a regret? And what you only guessed at might still be waiting When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When everybody about is ready to bout you about controversial values Don't you think you'd better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you? Did you ever connect or come to reject, or even inspect The dreams that hound you? When the prodigal son with a caroming shadow of hate comes to land at home Well, he's a mourning star with a champagne heart at his curtain call And father never understood the way the work gets done Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son Don't look at me, no, I ain't one, no prodigal son When you least expect it, he's going to run Like the blood-red path of the western sun The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come Well hell no, don't look at me, can't you see I ain't one, no prodigal son It ain't me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Oratory of hope and glory, a whisper and a rhyme
An effigy, a soldier out of time Citizen and patriot, you can't be far behind The funeral weighing heavy on your mind Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed Dig around the cemetery, a record of the day Friends and neighbors in stages of decay But the saddest thing of all eludes discovery The stimulus for this somber ceremony Requiem, bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed The sanctimonious minions, how they grovel at the feet Authority is populist deceit Pity yet another casualty's demoralized decline Just a victim of irrational design Requiem Requiem Requiem Bring the dissident from slumber Requiem, raise the rebel from his grave Requiem, sound the revolution's thunder A monumental blunder averted and betrayed |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
Days go marching by There and back I never wait for a confident reply Truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path, whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight Years go flying by No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye Judgement comes in many forms but never scarce or shy And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny Prejudicial waters wash over me A lifetime of scrutiny And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity anymore One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight The faces and the names Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? 'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friends, we end up all the same It feels like a lifetime of scrutiny Wither the path and whether worth the fee A lifetime of scrutiny And it seems as though I can't remember anything anymore |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Come let us make bricks and burn them hard
We'll build a city with a tower for the world And climb so we can reach anything we may propose Anything at all Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all I know why you tore it down that day You thought that if you got caught we'd all go away Like a spoiled little baby who can't come out and play You had your revenge Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all Well madness reigned and paradise drowned When Babel's walls came crashing down Now the echoes roar, for story read that was hardly understood And never any good Build me up, tear me down Like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down these joining walls So they can't climb at all |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Dedication's the price you pay
The initiated are coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl Fuck the freshman lectures and brandishments They just betray impoverished accomplishments The puppet masters fear originality They tighten up the tethers and they shackle your feet Submission complete Young recruits never have a chance Enticed to the drill, admonished to dance Early to rise and early to shine Life is long but the end is nigh Break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how rejuvenation conquers all fears Lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Submission complete Yeah, break the guilty trammels from yesteryear Remember how the pain of failure makes it all clear The lowly opportunists take commanding roles And hawk ultimatums so their weakness won't show The sad reflection Of dead ambition You live for nothing Expectation Indoctrination Life's damnation Submission complete Dying on your feet Submission complete A total defeat |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
I could only get the tools, the stimuli and molecules
Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype Reprogram your mind But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist? You can't make a man a machine I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist Razed by discovery But the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusion Delusion |
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from Bad Religion - New Maps of Hell (2007)
Out in the cold,
like a bundle of coal, little packets of darkness, wanting to grow, Well there's nobody home, and there's a wreck in the yard, and maybe they're coming back, if we wish really hard, if we wish real hard now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting, waiting for peace, at the end of our streets, back behind our apartments, in our passenger seats, just a moment of bliss, of it all of the ways, but despair and oblivion, of our precarious ways, its ours to face now, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working, and all of the rest are really down in the ratings, but everyone is still right here waiting, now I know nothing lasts forever, so we might as well wish for a God damn fix, of this toxic change in weather, Won't somebody please come up with something, 'cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working and all of the others can barely stay in the running, but everyone is gonna keep on waiting Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something Won't somebody please come up with something |
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from Bad Religion - Honest Goodbye [single] (2007)
Now get up and give in, I'll crack your knuckles again
Supplicate and survive this transubstantiation And get so mean I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye That sick brass boy daydreaming, cry baby, convict, demon Hands so clean, a sympathetic cold-blooded killing machine How did you get so mean? I want to know what it means Did you laugh? You know I did Did you cry? Couldn't get it right Did you live? Always on the edge Did you lie? Causing such a fright Did you love? Oh, to be forgiven Did you try? But it wouldn't be right God, it feels like an honest goodbye |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain And everything is barely missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout As time the great, gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a goddamn thing There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I, but this pedestrian knows better than to even try And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson More than this, once again, like a bullet, as a friend Tell me, can that be all there is? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Maybe it's too late for an intellectual debate
But a residue of confusion remains Changing with the times and amphetamine tortured minds Are the average citizen's sources of pain (Yeah) Tell me what we're fighting for I don't remember anymore, only temporary reprieve And the world might cease if we fail to tame the beast From the faith that you release comes an atheist peace (Woohoohooho - Atheist peace) Political forces ran critical winds of discontent And the modern age emerged triumphantly But now it seems we've stalled and it's time to de-evolve And relive the dark chapters of history (Yeah) Tell me what we're fighting for No progress ever came from war, only a false sense of increase And the world won't wait for the truth upon a plate But we're ready now to feast on an atheist peace (Ohoohohh. yeah - Atheist peace) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
(Here we go now)
No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise (The air is thin, the future dim, dimension hard to find) Up on a mountain encased in solar rays Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays Coming down a mountain Eons have a human ring The conversation of impassive planets Intercepted by a human being Ratiocination is a practicable way to derive An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide Or maybe a theophany of flaming creosote in disguise (The air is thin, the future dim, dimension undefined) Up on a mountain encased in solar rays Beyond electric dreams of inarticulate passion plays Coming down a mountain Eons have a human ring The conversation of impassive planets Intercepted by a human being (Here glaring cold in the crystalline geometry of night) (Obscuring form and tracing faceless fears) (Of a suprahuman immensity in a patch of sand) (Or a raptor's guileless shivering intensity) (I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms ) (On a jutting red-spattered synagogue of granite) (As it crouches literally in space) (A frozen, amoral giant gazing heavenward forever) (Hello, hello, hello, hello) (Let's go where the raptor goes) (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) (On a mountain, on a mountain) (Let's scan the horizon clean) (For any trace of human schemes) (And try to touch upon immortal themes) (On a mountain, on a mountain) (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountin in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets (On a mountain, on a mountain) Intercepted by a human being (Let's scan the horizon clean) Up on a mountain (For any trace of human schemes) Encased in solar rays (And try to touch upon immortal themes) Beyond electric dreams On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's scan the horizon clean) Up on a mountain (For any trace of human schemes) Encased in solar rays (And try to touch upon immortal themes) Beyond electric dreams On a mountain, on a mountain (Let's go where the raptor goes) Coming down a mountain (To the mountain in a cosmic glow) Eons have a human ring (We'll have a genuine terrestrial show) The conversation of impassive planets On a mountain |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
""Drop dead, it doesn't matter,"" She said
""It only hurts when I laugh,"" She said Sometimes it's never a crime to spend the day in bed She made certain that the curtains were red To dream better by the light they would shed She leaned back, tilted her head, and this is what she said: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" ""Don't ever dare to hope,"" He said ""So I'm never let down too bad I know there's nowhere to go, so I'll just stay here instead"" He knew better than to pull on a thread They unravel like the thoughts in his head He looked out, it filled him with dread And this is what he said: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" With good books, and looks on their side And hearts bursting with national pride They sang songs that went along for the ride And the other side complied They said, ""Hey man, where do you reside?"" And, ""Could it be Mother Superior lied?"" And, ""Is it possible too many have died?"" It's only natural to reply: ""You can't win, think it over again I can't win, look at the trouble I'm in We can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever"" |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Striking at mental apparitions like a drunk on a vacant street
Silently beset by the hands of time and elegant in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons yield to unrelenting gravity While viruses prowl for helpless victims who succumb rapidly Tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love Well, we twist in torment and make believe There's a truth that we all submit Believe my eyes, my brain complies To all that they interpret So tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love I know there's no reason for alarm But who needs perspective when it comes to pain and harm? We can change our minds There's a better prize But first you've got to tell me, tell me where is the love in a careless creation when there's no above? There's no justice, just a cause and no cure And a bounty of suffering it seems we all endure And what I'm frightened of is that they call it God's love They call it God's love My pain is God's love |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and a riding crop
Anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping hot But the people aren't looking for a handout, they're America's working corps Can this be what they voted for? Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride From the force to the union shops, the war economy is making new jobs But the people who benefit most are breaking bread with their benevolent hosts Who never stole from the rich to give to the poor, all they ever gave to them was a war And a foreign enemy to deplore Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed, declining pride We've got to kill 'em and eat 'em before they reach for their checks Squeeze some blue collars, let them bleed from their necks Seize a few dollars from the people who sweat Cause it's freedom or death and they won't question it At a job site the boss is god like Conditioned workhorses park at a stoplight Seasoned vets with their feet in nets A stones throw away from a rock fight but not tonight Feed 'em death, here comes another ration Feed 'em death, 'cause they're the finest in the nation Feed 'em death, when there's nothing left to feed them with When it's freedom or it's death Let them eat war, let them eat war That's how to ration the poor Let them eat war, let them eat war There's an urgent need to feed |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
The road is narrow, the horizon wide
And they say what's waiting on the other side Is so rewarding and the ultimate prize But what good is something if you can't have it until you die? Desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Temptation, revelation , you decide Torture shows its colors often in disguise Progress and purpose help us realize We pass along a brighter faith Even though it must be blind Desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Let's go Oh, desperate, tenacious , clinging like a grain of sand Watching its foundation wash away Wash away, yeah Drunk with the assertions they know they can't defend Confident that they might live again Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? Live again, live again Would you give it all up to live again? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of blue
Saint Ann's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of limelights The fans of Santa Ana are withering And you can't deny the living is easy If you never look behind the scenery It's showtime for dry climes Bedlam is dreaming of rain When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning This is not a test Of the emergency broadcast system When Malibu fires and radio towers Conspire to dance again And I cannot believe the media Mecca They're only trying to peddle reality Catch it on primetime, story at 9 The whole world is going insane When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning A placard reads the end of days Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze More a question than a curse, how could hell be any worse? The flames are starting, the camera's running, so take warning When the hills of Los Angeles are burning Palm trees are candles in the murder wind So many lives are on the breeze, even the stars are ill at ease And Los Angeles is burning |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Innocents burned alive at the stake
Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died Scattering seeds of ancient lies Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Child molesters and Jesuits Holding secret conference Underneath the Pontiff's nose And only God will ever know Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Give us this day our daily bread Your legacy we'll not forget Lick the wounds, cleanse the land The modern world rejects your hand Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score Sinister rouge coming back for more To even the score The nightmare comes in sinister rouge |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears
Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Like you, perseverance is a useless tool Just a patron on a ship of fools Feigning interest in the cast and crew While you've broken every single rule There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined Now it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide Shadows entertain the unwashed masses Scholars explain their numb reactions I don't even know if I can ever find truth But I'm sure it won't come from following you There's a furnace set on high And a yearning undefined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
We strike first and we're unrehearsed
Here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth Come on, get your money's worth Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We're comin' on fast And we're built to last We stumbled once in 'Nam now we're glad to finally say those days have past Tell me how long can it last? Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E We just started out You don't need to be afraid Yeah, you deserve two minutes hate Well, we spit and we cursed And our bleeding-hearts burst But even ten million souls marching in February Couldn't stop the worst C-c-c-couldn't reverse Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to give (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E (Can't live, can't give, won't be) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) I can't live if it isn't with you (Can't live, can't give, won't be, E - M - P - I - R - E) Don't want to live (Can't live) Don't want to live (Can't give) Don't want to be (Won't be) E - M - P - I - R - E |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark Like catching lightening in a jar And the pain that it brings is just the promise of spring It's madness on the wing Oh, what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive The entering is soulful conjecturing Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved ghost Please come back to me again Because the way that she bleeds Is in the law that he reads Confusing words and deeds So what does it mean? To come alive To come alive To come alive (To come alive) To come alive To come alive To come alive To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane Poor science in the service of a faith But who will bear the mark of Cain To come alive .......x12 |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Empire Strikes First (2004)
Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague
I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I felt astray 'Cause I had nothin' to offer but insufficiency And you know that it's a bitch When you learn to scratch that itch Of blatant fallibility Sooner to some, but eventually All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And you wonder, ""What's in this for me?"" To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So what should I do now? What should I celebrate Given finite means and a penchant to depreciate ? How can I still avow and depend upon a state That cares nothing for my happiness, welfare, or fate? And I know I can't explain the commotion in my brain Like a terrifying reality deconstructed but inadequately All gets pointed in the same direction While the human masses and their vague conceptions Obliterate each other with impunity And release the weight of history To another abyss To no avail The search is bound to fail To another abyss To no avail So long ago I set sail And it chills me to the bone that I'm so far away from home To another abyss So long ago So long ago Oh, I set sail And I'm struggling on the way And I'm waiting for the day (To another abyss ) And I'm looking for a way back home (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) (To another abyss) So far away (To another abyss) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
With nothing better to do
No one to come home to I woefully conclude To take it out on you I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm Retribution, if only someone would listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me A room, an empty shelf A book on mental health I look for inner wealth By punishing myself I'm bored to the extreme, this world of foolish dreams Disillusion, I am not who I seem to be Yeah sure, I might do harm and bear my right to arm Retribution, if only someone would listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me Listen to me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
She said "thanks, but I'm broken
I guess you must have misspoken What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone" She was barely a teen, hanging out in between, just a part of the scene With mercurial smile and incurable style, she was only a dream How's that he didn't know a thing about Making love to the kind of girl you read about? He said "I'm bound to be broken My daddy bet that I'd amount to nothing He won't let Anybody show him anything" He was a troubled child, had been down for a while, always kept to himself Though she couldn't defend he only wanted a friend, now he's made something else It's so sad, no one saw it coming The paper said that he hit the ground running Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken A little cracked, but still I'm not broken I want to laugh But I think that I'm choking on reality When the world is turning for you, don't turn on me Who are you here to repair? Well, I don't know what you mean You could never resist glorifying despair And now it's coming to you and I don't really care Well, I'm not the kind to insist You couldn't have missed, we must coexist So please listen to me There is no such thing as human debris Oh yeah, I know I'm not broken A little cracked but that amounts to nothing I want to laugh I'm not joking I'm unbroken, I said I'm unbroken A little cracked, it's just a token I'm really not broken Well, I guess I'm unbroken |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
I'm incurable but durable, it's easy to see
Lack of restraint is a complaint of those around me I know that others postpone Gratification, well I lack that affectation Let's get it right There's no end in sight And I can't stop, can't stop it, can't stop, can't stop it Can't stop, it's shocking but I just can't stop it Uncontrollable, I'm inconsolable My pleasure center is the shelter for a reptile I hate when I gotta tolerate Frustration, see I lack the motivation Let's set this straight I never wait And I can't stop, can't stop it, can't stop, can't stop it Can't stop, it's shocking but I just can't stop it |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life?
Meaning in your life, meaning in your life Who do you conceive to provide you guidance and light? Guidance and light, guidance and light Are they waiting for you in the by and by? Do you even have to try? Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny Why do you consent to live in ignorance and fear? Ignorance and fear, ignorance and fear Ancient people succumbed to it, can it happen here? Can it happen here, can it happen here? Does it make you suffer 'cause you have to die? Is it best to live a lie? Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny Why can't you see? There ain't no destiny For you and me There ain't no destiny Why can't you see? There ain't no destiny For you and me There ain't no destiny Headed for eternity and destined for nothing The future isn't difficult to see It's easy to confuse grand design with life's repercussions Lament not your vanquished fantasy, it's only destiny |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
A new age of reason, brains treason to trick the mind
What good is searching if nothing's there to find? We arrive at this place of no return, my brothers Only to discover that our minds have led us away so far from the painful truth of who we are What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany Come forth, bear witness, see the profit from your loss Beg for forgiveness only after you tally the cost We arrive at this place of no return, my sisters Only to discover that our values ran us aground on the shore, in the sea of what we could be What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany If it's real to me, do I have to prove it to you? Why do revelations fade to cold blue untruths? It's oh so relative Subservient in total to one's perspective What's right is wrong, what's come has gone, what's clear and pure is not so sure It came to me All promises become a lie, all that's benign corrupts in time The fallacy of epiphany Always failing me |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
She came from heaven, well there's no point belaboring that
I've seen some trouble and I must admit that I'm in demand I confront rejection with magnetic good intentions and yet Hey Jack, get back, in fact, don't do that I act sharp but feel uncertain 'Cause next time it could be curtains Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? Now just to be certain, let's be sure to set the record straight I could use an angel but I don't intend to split up the take Never go for treason, but I got reasons that don't warrant debate My act's intact and in fact you're not all that You act sure but you're uncertain 'Cause next time it could be curtains Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? Well, there's no use turning back It's already much too late When the house is burning Evangeline, conspirator so fine Lend me your faith 'cause mine is broken Compared to mine What is your crime, Evangeline? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
It's a matter of prescience, no not the science-fiction kind
It's all about ignorance and greed and miracles for the blind The media parading disjointed politics Founded on petrochemical plunder and we're its hostages If you stand to reason you're in the game The rules may be elusive but our pieces are the same And you know if one goes down we all go down as well The balance is precarious as anyone can tell, the world's going to hell Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now We can't do nothing and think someone else will make it right You might not think it matters now, but what if you are wrong? You might not think there's any wisdom in a fucked up punk rock song But the way it is cannot persist for long A brutal sun is rising on a sick horizon It's in the way we live our lives Exactly like the double edge of a cold, familiar knife And supremacy weighs heavy on the day It's never really what you own but what you threw away, and how much did you pay Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster to exact its price Kyoto now We can't do nothing and think someone else will make it right In your dreams You saw a steady state of bounty for eternity Silent scream But now the wisdom that sustains us is in full retreat Don't allow This mythologic hopeful monster isn't worth the risk Kyoto now We can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed Alien We need a fresh and new religion to run our lives Hand in hand The arid torpor of inaction will be our demise Kyoto now! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
You're obsessed and distressed 'cause you can't make any sense
Of the ludicrous nonsense and incipient senescence That will deem your common sense useless This ain't no recess I want to believe in you but my plans keep falling through I know I have to face the harshness, grin and bare the truth And I have to walk this mile in my own shoes And I'm no fool I'm materialist, a full-blown realist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'm prone to have it out with you I'm materialist, there ain't no fear in this It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Mind over matter, it really don't matter If the street's idle chatter turns your heartstrings to tatters Flatter hopes don't flatter and soul batter won't congeal to mend a life that's shattered into shards Was it in the cards? The process of belief is an elixir when you're weak I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak But generally my outlook's not so bleak And I'm not meek I'm materialist, call me a humanist And I guess I'm full of doubt so I'll gladly have it out with you I'm materialist, I ain't no deist It's there for all to see, so don't talk of hidden mystery with me Like Rome under Nero, our future's one big zero Recycling the past to meet immediate needs And through it all we amble forth to persevere and climb Our mountains of regret to sow our seeds I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist I'm materialist |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hit the road in wander mode, inquire along the way
Savior-faire in dull despair while living day to day My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you Looking back I'm off the tracks more times than I recognize Mistakes are another opportunity to refine My heart is not a cold cauldron of proof I don't ever need to prove myself to you There's no such thing as hell But you can make it if you try There might come a day When emotion can be quantified But as of now there's no proof necessary No proof necessary No proof necessary There's no proof necessary, it's only in your mind |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now, for I can't see A reason for the suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong? Well then I do imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more When all soldiers lay their weapons down Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves It's easy to imagine There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more There will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more Yeah, there will be sorrow Yeah, there will be sorrow And there will be sorrow no more |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Well, am I making haste, or could it be haste is making me?
What's time but a thing to kill or keep or buy or lose or live in? I gotta go faster, keep up the pace Just to stay in the human race I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion Now here I go again everything is alien How does it feel to be outstripped by the pace of cultural change? My deeds are senseless and rendered meaningless When measured in that vein I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion I won't lie (pace setters, go-getters) It's exciting (rat racers, forgetters) When I try (researchers, berserkers) To decide things (strategies to help the workers) I just want to live (new time-saving devices) Decently (quick vices, no crisis) Meaningfully (brevity dependency) I'm in misery (digital efficiency) I could go supersonic, the problem's chronic Tell me does life exist beyond it? When I need to sate I just accelerate into oblivion Into oblivion |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today
Mass paranoia is a mode, not a malady Yeah, I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels but there's nothing on And my high speed connection's monitored daily by the Pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dream Won't go away (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (With no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (No sense) And no guide (No guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the predator I'm running out of time where conditions are positional Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality Is there an option left for me? I'm not immune to despondency There's no way (No peace) No peace (And no friends) And no friends (We trace) We trace the mortal edge (with no defense) To state the obvious This world is perilous for us No sense (no sense) And no guide (no guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense There's a signpost on the corner and it keeps everybody safe We were all made in the shade And your mother's in the kitchen where she's patching all the cracks in the wall We never had a care in the world (No shade) Too much to sacrifice (And no light) It's hard to recognize (Just black) Traps to compromise (And white) Obscuring deadly alibis (My plans) It's combinational (Designs) The pressure so intense So I'll construct this sound defense (No way) Nothing's plainer than the madness in the world today (No sign) I must conceal myself and steal myself and break away (No grace) I seek initiatives in matters that are black and white (No sense) So I'll construct this sound defense |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
How do you know what you can be
If you can't see where you are going? What breaks the silence? Misery can make you see where you belong It's a dangerous stage but the show must go on Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Freedom is such a loaded word So full of hurt and such aplomb Loneliness saunters in its breeze Like a disease it drags along The time of your life can't be had for a song Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show You just might be the last to know Why do you lie, why do you lie? Would you betray your soul? Why do you lie, why do you lie? Don't let your weakness show Why do you lie, why do you lie? Only the meek follow Why do you lie, why do you lie? Trample the fear below You might just be the last to know |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The Process Of Belief (2002)
Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to?
And can it be found in a record store? Well, it's not there anymore Just think of all the things we did We were different, just like all the other kids Missy was a teen blue video star, Tom took his life in his mother's car Milo went to college, but you knew about that Rodney played our records, Jimmy started riots, Laurie was always quiet She was battling depression Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? And can I pick it up for a song or a diploma or a worthy cause? Well, let me tell you that there's nothing wrong It's just that ones like us will never belong Jack wore a skirt but he knew how to scrap, Billy went to county on a class-one possession Wendy went to school while her daddy shot smack Eugine kept a list, Mugger was security, Mary she kept her purity We were all in it together Yellowed postcards on the wall Serve to cover up the blankness after all So I will carry them along like a song When I'm gone Hey you, is there something worth belonging to? You know we've been here all along like a confederacy of the wrong And I confess it could be prejudice But to you I dedicate this song |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
You were the one,
You were my everything Never apart, No one in-between Then one day, When you went your own way You felt justified, And I was mortified But today... You are just a picture And a thousand memories Is all I take with me 'Cuz your smile Is just too much to see You're just a thousand memories Fantasies, broken dreams Reveries, sordid histories Following my heart, Laden with reaction, Without calibration or design Committed to a trial, A life of understanding Can't somebody show a sign to you For me to see if you only knew That you were the one You were my everything Never apart, No one in-between Then one day, When you went your own way You felt justified, And I was mortified But today... You are just a picture And a thousand memories Is all I take with me 'Cuz a picture is worth one thousand memories |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
Well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning
And it was time to stand my ground And as the gawks and stares bombarded me You know, I didn't even hear a sound No one gave a damn If I was there or away If I died and went to hell, They'd throw a party on my grave And they'd all say "this kid is just a fool, he'll never be cool They might as well just ship him off to some other school" Plain destitute Just a little too guilty, just a little too soon That day was just like any other day No work, and no pay I knew that paradise was some other place And I'd get there another day I will find it before I expire 'Cuz I've got the desire Well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening And it was time to set the town on fire I saw my boots and my hair As reflected in the mirror Reveal a streetkid named desire I didn't give a damn Because I was just dying to be And as the Hollywood street scene Left its mark on me I changed from a boy into a man I said "never again!" I stuck out my chin when I should have ran Shit in the fan I was driven so hard By the sound of my heart But that day was just like any other day No work, and no pay I knew that paradise was some other place And I'd get there another day I will find it before I expire 'Cuz I've got the desire When the walls surround In deeper shades of blue And there's no voice of reason inside you And you search for meaning On an empty shelf Then you're always dreaming Of somewhere else Today is just like any other day No fear, no restraint I know that paradise is some other place And I will get there another day You can come with me, No conditions or fares Somehow, somewhere, I will find it before I expire, 'Cuz I've got the desire |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
I don't want to live
In a world without melody Sometimes the rhythmic din Of society is too much for me But purpose is prioritized These days the goal is win the prize There's a sleeping resonance we hold, Through which we're unified So let it out! don't just get lost in the crowd No one can deter you from your own path There's no trip too remote From which you can't come back And I've got this hunch about you and me None of us are ready For a world without melody Melody is the key, It's the surest way To unlock your individuality Melody is the key, It will set you free! Don't disrelish harmony, Community will make you whole Work and understanding are the chords Way deep within your soul They only need to be struck once, And the vibrations swell and spread But if we mute them they decay, Our sensibilities are dead So let it out! don't just be one of the crowd Hesitance and diffidence will do you in And your soul doesn't care For social medicine And I've got this hunch About you and me None of us are ready For a world without melody Melody is the key, It's the surest way To unlock your individuality Melody is the key, It will set you free! And I know together we could change the world Just you and me But I won't live without melody |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
It could happen to you,
a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD And no authority or trajectory on the brink of insanity You'd better believe it because it's written all over your face just a neighborhood reject, out of step and out of place You'd better believe it Would you ever have thought persistence could prevail against the almost unbearable weight of the system? With nothing better to do, and no one else who you can look up to You'd better believe it because it's written all over your face A political defect, out of step and out of place You'd better believe it And the future is bright when ideas run astray So turn out the light, A punk can't have a say Sometimes desire is all that's there Who said life was fair? |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
we don't need any more mountains
Because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky We don't need any more failure There is human tragedy that's written everywhere And we are all too young to die Like a mystery that's here to stay Some people never go away cuz they've got something to say Don't sell me short! You've been wrong too long Don't brush me off just because I don't belong Like it or not I'm all you've got, Dispose when I'm shot Just don't sell me short, I might not be who you thought We don't need any more fables because the writers have passed and left us lessonless And we must find our own way We don't need any more privilege There is vivid desperation that is powerless That no surplus can repay Like the fix of rapture in a trance Oh, fates are sealed by circumstance So you've got to take a chance Don't sell me short! You've been wrong too long Don't brush me off Just because I don't belong Pass me on by, ignore my cry, forget me when I die Just don't sell me short, Not while I'm still alive Everybody's talking about heaven on earth, I'm still trying to figure out just what I'm worth I'm full of emotion and stuff you can't contain And you just want to flush me down the drain But you can't make me go away |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
I love my computer
You make me feel alright Every waking hour and every lonely night I love my computer for all you give to me: predictable errors and no identity And it's never been quite so easy I've never been quite so happy All I need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way And we'll never ruin each other's day 'cuz when I'm through I just click and you just go away I love my computer you're always in the mood I get so turned on when I turn on you I love my computer you never ask for more You can be a princess or you can be my whore And it's never been quite so easy I've never been quite so happy The world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain Because to you I'm just a number and a clever screen name All I need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity And no one is ever gonna take my love from me because I've got security her password and a key |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
It's a long way to the promise land
So you'd better well know your way There's a ship on the ocean And an albatross who is trying to lead you astray Leaders, politicians, and power whores Are in line to receive your choice And you bet your ass, if you give it to them, They will gladly take your voice And it's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh Oh oh oh oh It's a long way to the promise land, If we work we might find it here There's no substitute for enlightenment, There's no reason for bridled fear When you join the people who've joined the club You gotta clench and play your hand 'Cuz if you fall in line you're gonna fall in time And you'll never make a stand It's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh Oh oh oh oh What are you going to do? When they come for you? Bend and capitulate? Or keep your head on straight? easy answers bought without experience, Is gonna lead you to certain doom Because the truth is just what you make of it, It begins and ends with you! And it's a long way to the promise land Wo-oh oh oh oh oh |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
Let your mind wander
Look beyond the shadows Focus on the skyline, Read the silhouettes Your deepest desires are a picture of tomorrow All your darkest fears are just a vestige of regret And it's wo-oh oh oh It seems like such a long way to go As obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger and the fire continues to grow Don't let shallow water limit your perception Heed the new horizon Muster to it fast The moments of your yesterdays are in the wake behind you You can't assess the future if you're living in the past Keep it stoked! If you are committed to a life of understanding then there's no agenda for vengeance in your life Sharpen all your senses, face the opposition You can overcome with fortitude and mental might And it's wo-oh oh oh It seems like such a long way to go As obstacles get bigger, prevailing winds blow stronger and the fire continues to grow in your soul So be bold, let it grow Don't let it die Let it burn! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
Do you know the cost of future misery?
Have you lost your sense of sustainability? We are just a step away From realizing what we strive to be But we've got to break out From this insulated, blind and lame senility Wake up the new america wo-oh! Transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! Change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! We need a new america wo-oh! Laurels, human triumph Bestowments from the past Victories don't mean a thing If they don't last We are just marching toward extinction With blinders on our eyes Jeopardizing everything We've learned and come to realize You call that wise? Open your eyes america wo-oh! See through the lies they tell to us wo-oh! Confront the fears that worry us wo-oh! We need a new america wo-oh! We don't have to be afraid to re-invent We've got to start to build Progress and implement For when we take our fill And never pay the price We only build ourselves A fleeting, false paradise You can live in staunch denial And mark me as your enemy But I'm just a voice among the throng Who want a brighter destiny They say with me We are the new america wo-oh! This is the new america? Wo-oh |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
Oh me oh my
Get out of your 1950's fantasy, Your face shines with misery transparently Spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric Make 'em all squirm while they chew on it It's a secret handshake and a passing wink of the eye As the witches bridge club weekly meets to pen the tail on the sly But they never ask "why oh why don't we raise our voices to the sky?" Instead you're mute and fawn just waiting to die Like some kind of hopeless housewife But you can change while you're alive and let 'em all know at least you tried to kill the demons inside Oh me oh my Damn your transcendental paralysis We can work together and make sense of this Don't be so sure you can chuck it all away You've got to proceed no matter how bad you want to stay It's a natural cause and a comfort zone there in your head And the world turns away as you tap the snooze button in bed But nobody can hear a word you said Your history was never read Instead you're mute and fawn just waiting to die Like some kind of hopeless housewife But you can change while you're alive and let 'em all know at least you tried to kill the demons inside |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
Shut your eyes
See the future's distant shore March ahead More enlightened than before And there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll get through There will be me, there will be you There will be a way Unresolved repercussions from your life Fortified with the vitriol of strife And you can be gridlocked by predictions, But you're wise grab the prize Then revise, realize there will be a way Hey... Ho And I don't know where we are going but we're here on this ride And we'll stand side by side all along the way Follow me to the future's distant shore Vagary needn't haunt us anymore And now it's time to set the agenda, Learn the past, make it last Share the wealth, hold your fire, conserve life, make it right kill the hate, negotiate There will be a way |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
All those stories that my dad told me,
they are just a whisper in time All those things that never came to be, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die (memories that flicker and die) All those places I wanted to go, they are just a whisper in time All those friends who now I do not know, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die Maps and roads that brought me here today, they are just a whisper in time Circumstances that were explained away, they are just a whisper in time A whisper in time, a whisper in time Things that I can't shake from my mind A whisper in time, a whisper in time Moments that just flicker and die 'Cuz we are messengers of memory Just whispers in time |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - The New America (2000)
A rhapsody! Contestants in disguise
A nation of desire But who will win the prize? The people stand united, Reluctantly aligned Copying and lying Are the favorite past-time You've got a chance To confront the world today Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? Despite circumstance You've got a chance Common life depicted on afternoon tv, Is spiked to give the miserable a vogue identity Hate your neighbors, Cheat your friends, They don't discriminate Popularity and fame don't care If you're a reprobate You've got a chance To confront the world today Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? Despite circumstance You've got a chance I'm tired of all this Shakespearean misinformation I want to win the game You've got the right intentions But who's got time to think? You've got a noon appointment, You've got to hit the links You're talking in the stratosphere, You're curled up on the floor With such a wealth of information, Why are you so poor? You've got a chance To be relevant today Desperate romance Is the curse of castaways What good is skill If you don't make it to the dance? (don't you believe what the wise men have to say) Despite circumstance You've got a chance |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
until one day I saw how miserable things really are all fantastic images they only are apparent propagated just by hope and desire to share it beauty was the allure that brought me close to you loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better I don't have a thing against fantasy but to chase it down just doesn't make sense to me if your only hope is simply peace and love you end up discarding most of what you're made of what you're made of... all fantastic images they only are apparent promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
what you do is what you are
and wishing upon distant stars won't improve the hole you're in and won't absolve your deepest sin but action is no gift from some covert and lofty god it's dependent and weighty all the same and it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself then you're at the mercy of imbeciles now I didn't make up the rules but clearly we are led by fools it is wise to know their ways so you know how not to behave but sometimes we find ourselves in desperate need and we look to those of privilege and power it's then we learn compassion sits inert upon their shelves and we're at the mercy of imbeciles no action is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky it's reducible to flesh, mind and bone and it's oh so easy just to keep to yourself but then you're at the mercy of imbeciles imbeciles (3x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along mountains of instructions you keep piling on me resound like a cacophonous symphony but I don't wanna hear it anymore no, I don't wanna hear it anymore let's go! priests and politicians pretend they're your friend and police speak to you like you're children again blanket statements cover you like a rug and they tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug but I don't wanna hear it anymore no, I don't wanna hear it anymore no more! every day we hear the secrets of life reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice they'd rather see us all pusillanimous absorbent in their chorus of correctness but I don't wanna hear it anymore no, I don't wanna hear it anymore I said, I don't wanna hear it anymore No, I don't wanna hear it anymore |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
I can see the shadows on the wall
drifting as the leaves start to fall unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity and depict the destiny of us all no one really knows why we die no one gets a break so we try ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity and wait to see what happens up on high in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt and fail as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x) something in you is busy counting days catapulting you through the haze blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity revealing you in so many ways in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we tend to rise and fall as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x) in so many ways we live to follow the sun in so many ways we exalt and fail as one in so many ways we want so bad to be done in so many ways we show our pain in unison unison (2x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
look around the country, an abundance you'll find
of mediocre minds sift through the fodder as sane justice declines because of mediocre minds shrouded under cover, the most flamboyant guise hides a mediocre mind you got yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds when they cry foul you had better watch out because you never know which aptitude they're griping about don't act too smart for their stenoscopic ways you'll be discarded away reason's not to be what the privileged define with their mediocre minds so many sighted people are so helplessly blind from their mediocre minds if you want attention then you'll be asked to bend but the surest insurrection is enlightenment then you can live outside inharmoniously without friends and enemy they wanna keep me locked away cuz I've an overactive brain leaders, presidents and the nightly news guys cater to mediocre minds reason's not to be what the privileged define with their mediocre minds you got yours but you can never bend mine with your mediocre minds the only natural thing that I really despise are the mediocre minds mediocre minds! (2x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
history doesn't make something right
consensus is not a fact-based exercise you're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise we call America a brush with a star, a token of love a name in the sand, enough is enough a diet of air, a face on the net a fish in your palm, your television set once you convince yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas and your posse of friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees there's no substance!(2x) once you convince yourself the universe falls into place you've got your ideas and your posse of friends you all make up rules and the fun never ends but still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air you look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there and still water stales a soft summer breeze you cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees there's no substance!(2x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x)
don't be played like someone else's board game don't be classed out like some desperate redoubt don't be misled you've got a lot on your head and nobody's gonna pay attention when you are dead so... fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (4x) it's the primary rule, you gotta wanna be fooled it's our daunted restraint that keeps us silent in shame it's our nature to be adversarial and free our evolution didn't hinge on passivity so... fa fa fafa fa fa fafa raise your voice! (10x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
here inside this quiet room there's direction
outside in the sultry noon-time reflection a million people scurry they're looking for advice none willing to lend charity, just exercise their shades of truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright who authored the blueprints and made us captains? someone proclaimed creation, people listened while children by the millions are thrown into this zoo the so-called gift of clarity! oh what was God up to? shades of truth and lenient conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright yeah! so many walk in parallel and pull their blinders tight so few offer apology and accept others' rights and nothing absolutely can be cherished in the end but can't we all accept that it will all happen again? shades of truth just partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright just shades of truth and partisan conventions shades of truth between disparate lines shades of truth interpret my intentions you don't know I'm alright you don't know I'm alright |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
we all know politicians only go
just halfway there just halfway there the innocence of youth needs protection not abuse but no one seems to care yet no one seems to care and you sit there and watch the world go around from your pseudo-benevolent vantage point while we who've been left to pick up after you try our best to make some sense for those who come next now what have you done to foster the truth besides just hide the lies? besides just hide the lies? a selfish campaign never justifies the gain but the means are verified yeah the means are verified and you sit there and insist you are right! from your popular psychological podium while those who rely and depend on you they wilt because you don't accept we need each other while sowing the seeds of Utopia you invoked a convenient amnesia you forgot how to care, you forgot how to provide you forgot how to work toward a meaningful life |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
a mutinous enemy carved a nascent country
sweat, blood and valor forms the grit of our history bequeathed to everyone: chance and free expression substance was restrained and the spirit was broken I feel a strange denial rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers somber as a wave bye bye searching for solution, without constitution blackcoats by our sides promising salvation advocating dogma as tickets to hereafter mortals in their prime with their desperate hands in the air daunting complex and burning rhythmic as change constant as time conflicts, craving approval weighted as a murder trial oh, I feel a strange denial correct is consensus everything else, nonsense forward is the hope forget recompense peace and tranquility is only for the wealthy dearth for the masses and inequality I feel a strange denial rhythmic as change constant as time lonely insistent whispers dissipating in the night like a lone forgotten light and no one is helping me it's a strange denial |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
k..k..k..killer (2x)
you have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes furniture makers, carpenters too bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritas" but stealthily, in the land of the free, it's lurking right there most are unaware of the biggest killer in American history (4x) and God shed his grace on thee business institutions, universities both are quite the circus when the killer wants his way I think of Edward Teller and his moribund reprise then I look to Nevada and I can't believe my eyes it's time for him to die! most cannot remember minutia learned in school it's not there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you we have got a problem, it starts and ends right here it can be defeated but you've got to face your fear we'll join and unite and steady our sight then we'll put it right 'cuz it's time to fight the biggest killer in American history (4x) and God shed his grace on thee |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
our apocalypse 1981
teenage vagrants looking for some fun a renewed promise of prosperity a vulgar platform for the world to see we were... the hippy killers (4x) busted refuse from broken homes pocked flesh and malacious bones creatures sustained by desire, heart, and soul nothing to leave and nowhere to go we were... the hippy killers (4x) the hippy killers (8x) good days during horrible times overused bodies, neglected minds shoulder to shoulder we formed as one the next miserable generation we were... the hippy killers (4x) |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
you want prosperity for yourself but not for me
somehow you just can't see we're in this collectively you think that freedom is a drastic severence from your past relations, just a quest for new bargains we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh don't need no good advice nor shoddy merchandise I'm the suspect device, beaten down, unable to strike we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh and the sun comes over us again we lament, we pine, and we rescind and we ask for understanding but aren't we the stingy ones indeed when it's needed from us in the end? we watch the days go by, compete and then we die so few ever ask why but so many just abuse the design we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh we're not the same person we're not the same person (don't you ever wanna know) wooohhh |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
Neighbors, nobody loves you like we do. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit for the 21st century. Never before has a governing body shown so much concern for the economic well-being of its subjects. Today we have insulated you from countless factions who threaten your financial viability; such as the poor; the idealistic foreigners still clinging to their childish notions of social welfare; why, you're even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports alleged violations of human rights (we all know they wouldn't have been punished if they hadn't been doing something WRONG!!). And who better to dispense such blatantly evident factoids but a self-appointed authority like myself?
Acid Rain is a thing of the past.... too many possible causes, too little significance for our modern thinking public, besides industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyway, who needs those narrow minded laborers, too many mouths to feed, hehe, and too much burden on the payroll! Who needs 'em here in the land of the free time. Some other ass-backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway. The Internet has expanded our ability to pacify average Americans better than ever by offering fantastical adventures to every corner of the imagination. Your home office is the window to your world, and the heart of your social life. Such reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from overburden like the lower middle class and others who depend shamelessly on their government. Today you are freer than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it! Remember, the first word in USA is US! We have arrived, neighbors, we are the privileged elite! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
since the start of the 17th century
there's been the scent of unseasoned wood burning in the air and the conquest of nature meant nothing at all while we betray exception we take all that's there but motives are translucent in the reflection of shame the actions ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways and unwittingly you just take your place in this parade the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same... since the dawn of our human family there's been concentrated sepsis blowing in the breeze and we turned on each other with ferocity desperation, forced, without reprieve but the missions were misguided and the trammeled led astray the air resounds with thunder as the victor seized the day and the haunting voice of history lives ignored but not betrayed the voracious march of godliness will get us close to heaven one day some day... the voracious march of godliness (6x) the voracious march of godliness makes us all the same anyway all the same... |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - No Substance (1998)
what will prove to be our big mistake?
short sighted arrogance all for what sake? our families to ashes, our ambition to dust our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?" but don't forget the dance of neglect the march for empowering prosperity the pain from loss and want for mere lucidity just maternal residue, and I was there too and maybe so were you when something is won it comes with sacrifice it's there beneath the joy, the glory and pride rarely it's acknowledged but in positive light consciously omitting the losers' plight but don't forget the dance of neglect the craving for community that never was met the longing for status and the overture of regret with no one to deter, pathetically unsure forgetting who they were just maternal residue, and I was there too and maybe so were you |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts
Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have nots together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat [Chorus] 10 in 2010 10 in 2010 What kind of God orchestrates such a thing? 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Ten billion people all suffering 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Forget what you want, scrounge the things you need 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! [Chorus] Happy and content it can't happen to you 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! Fifteen years we'll think of a solution 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! It won't just appear in one day 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! For 10 in 2010 we're well on our way 10 in 2010! 10 in 2010! [Chorus] Like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today 10 billion people, coming your way [Chorus] 10 in 2010 |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
I'm going for a walk
Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You can't even tie your own haggard shoes Your closest is a mess, your backyard's falling down And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around So I'm going for a walk Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And I'm gonna build a world Independent and exempt All alone I'll be an empire With no mortgage and no rent And I don't need to live in your stinking zoo You can't even feed the animals donated to you Your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls And you expect me to die here in this shit-filled, tiny stall? I'm going for a walk! And I know you're watching everything I do Call me threat to your children, call me socially unglued Call me master of insanity, unable to relate Call me lazy, bane and filthy, call me monstrous reprobate I'm going for a walk And there's nothing you can do 'Cause I don't have to Live like you I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk I'm going for a walk |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
I refuse to abuse what is kind to the muse
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way And we'll cry as we try and our brothers pass us by To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness Unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me Until we see each other once more on the path along the way |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that seem to pull us under and There are things that drag us down But there's a power and a vital presence It's lurking all around We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus He helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live in the USA At least the foreigners can copy our morality They can visit but they cannot stay Only precious few can garner our prosperity It makes us walk with renewed confidence We got a place to go when we die And the architect resides right here We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day He's the farmer's barren fields, the force the army wields Expressions on the faces of the starving millions The power of the man, the fuel that drives the klan He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer He's the preacher on TV, the false sincerity The form letter that's written by the big computers The nuclear bombs, the kids with no moms And I'm fearful that he's inside me (In god we trust Because he's one of us Break down, cave in He can redeem your sin Strong heart, clear mind And infinitely kind You lose, we win He is our champion) We've got the American Jesus See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus Exercising his authority We've got the American Jesus Bolstering national faith We've got the American Jesus Overwhelming millions every day One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God One nation, under God |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
Well, the sheaves have all been brought
But the fields have washed away And the palaces now stand Where the coffins all were laid And the times we see ahead We must glaze with rosy hues For we don't wish to admit What it is we have to lose Millennia incoming The modern age is here It sanctifies the future Yet renders us with fear So many theories, so many prophecies What we do need is a change of ideas When we are scared we can hide in our reveries But what we need is a change of ideas Change of ideas, change of ideas What we need now is a change of ideas |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
Hey, do what you want, but don't do it around me
Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all goddamn day A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! Hey, I don't know if the billions will survive But I'll believe in God when 1 and 1 are 5 My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core I'll tear down the building just to pass through the door So do what you must, do all you can Break all the fucking rules and Go to hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
I had a dream...of unity
Where we could walk side by side But today I see that it's only me Just trying to get by Sometimes we stride...undetoured To walk as one... Toward our goal But as people stray towards more selfish ways We see we have no control I had a dream... of unity Where we would walk side by side But today i see that it's only me Just tryin' to get by just tryin' to get by |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
And the croaking speech he'd heard from countless counselors before They said we all care for you, we know how you suffer But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity In maternal family assembly, poised regarding the blue tube The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view Then the generals said "We don't want our boys dead Your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon" There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity With steam, heat and rhythm in the backseat of the car An adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars You heard love from the lips, you were rapt by the hips And the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise And like fools we trust the delivery But it's all just drunk sincerity, it's all just drunk sincerity It's all just drunk sincerity It is all just drunk sincerity |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
there's people out there that say I'm no good,
'cause I don't believe the things that I should, and when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong, and hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good. countries manufacture bombs and guns to kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done. smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong, they hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone. in the end the good will go to heaven up above, the bad will perish in the depths of hell. how can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? fuck Armageddon, this is hell we're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe, so what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? how could hell be any worse? life alone is such a curse! fuck Armageddon, this is hell |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
Generator - Bad Religion
Like a rock, like a planet Like a fucking atom bomb I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that I encounter everywhere I turn, I've seen it all before, in books and magazines, like a twitch before dying, like a pornographic sea, there's a flower behind the window, there's an ugly laughing man, like a hummingbird in silence, like the blood on my door, it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door, wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore, I've known it all along like the bone under my skin, like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind, there's a hammer by the window, there's a knife on the floor, like turbines in darkness, like the blood on my door, it's the generator |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
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 - Tested [live] (1997)
Hoarding turns allure to discontent
Altruism's a grind all it's own Morning makes you know your in a cell But love is just as pure as you both Because it's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, When true love is metaphysical Venal desires we learn to beset You and me we've got a special thing But i want you to never forget It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal Each bedtime I Stir with regret Guilty and vain, Hoping for retribution Charity's immune from my demands I don't expect a thing from the weak But you my love are measured and compared Predisposed to my profane decree It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal, It's reciprocal It's reciprocal! |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
There are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black
Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog Yet you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference If you think I'm all alone you are foolishly wrong There's an entire army who blindly follow along And you happen to be one of them, believe it or not Even though you try not to be, we are of the same plague The other ways we're taught to fear Don't even scratch the surface of the problem here But I'm not blind and I'm not scared So many crucial factors exist out there And we're but one and they're but two And how we come to terms will help us pull through Things cannot change too fast, it took us this much time To reach our current platform and walk this fragile line If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today But so many are like me, lost in the fray You create your own reality And leave mine to me, leave mine to me Leave mine to me, leave mine to me |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hordes but they can't Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day Questions that besiege us in life Are testament of our helplessness There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end When we all disintegrate it will all happen again If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away And believe these words you hear When you think your path is clear We have no control, we have no control We have no control, we do not understand You have no control, you are not in command You have no control, we have no control No control No control You have no control |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load He left his people and a simple life behind He raised his torso and he looked into the sky Shouting his questions Looking for direction What do I do now? Now a confused schoolgirl stares at the TV tray The stresses of maturing compound every day She glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection She craves the direction Her heroes offer her Everyone is looking for something And they all assume somebody else knows what it is No one can live with the decisions of their own It seems, so they look to someone else To tell 'em what to be Tell 'em what to wear, tell 'em what to say Tell 'em how to act and think, compel others compulsively Until the world is all like them A righteous student came and asked me to reflect He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect I don't believe in self-important folks who preach No Bad Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth,
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth, I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, Inchoate beatitude, The Lord of the flies, So what does it mean When your mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way, Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay, 1000 more fools are being born Every fucking day, They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way, With microwave transmissions They bombard us every day, The masses are obsequious, Contented in their sleep, The vortex of their minds ensconced within The murky deep. |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
It's an S.O.S. sent out telepathically
Signs of our distress don't allow complacency We need restoration now of our integrity And a drastic bold reminder of our morality The rectifying troop is here The ones we've needed all these years To stop the heinous wrongdoings And verify our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard our troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder why they're here at all Life ever-after is what they're in business for See them brandish the key to our kingdom's door It's pervasive, a part of, part of you and me But not overwhelming as they wish it to be If no one believed in fairy tales There's nothing they could do but fail Yet everywhere we look Someone is trying to reassure our moral benevolence as a people Operation, Operation Rescue They're here to right our fall, they've heard someone's troubled call Operation, Operation Rescue You wonder where they come from but I just wonder what compels them all Operation, Operation Rescue Operation, Operation Rescue You may wonder where they come from But I just wonder what compels them all |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
The final page is written in the books of history,
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race, A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance. They say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned. But this time, there's no turning back, the hate engulfs the world. A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns, A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned! |
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from Bad Religion - Tested [live] (1997)
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
And a little sullen girl face up, staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries Then they pass away alone into the night Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead? Well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay And you whisper to yourself blissfully, it's okay And you still refuse the possibility That the dead are better off than we Why do we pity the dead? Are you scared by the logic that swells up in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead, pity the dead? Tell me what you see Tell me what you know Is there anyone who lives a painless life? If there is, show me so The destitute and famished Demonic and the banished Dejected and the ostracized The brainwashed and the paralyzed The conquered and objectified The few who see the other side Tell me what you see It's a mortal, wretched cacophony In the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light No ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right Just eternal silence and dormancy And a final everlasting peace Why do we pity the dead? Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head? Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why Oh why do we pity the dead? Why do we pity the dead? Why do we pity the dead? |
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