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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
In this world today there ain't nobody to thank
Just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank And if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light So that when they learn the truth they won't be scared of the night Put the key in the hole when you get home from school I'll be home by 8:30, your father will too If you cause any trouble then I don't want to see Cause you'll go straight to bed and you won't have no TV |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
There's people out there that say I'm no good
'Cause I don't believe the things that I should And when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong And hope and pray that our lord God will think I'm good Countries manufacture bombs and guns To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone In the end the good will go to heaven up above The bad will perish in the depths of hell How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse? Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell We're living in the denouement of the battle's gripping awe So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all? How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse! Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell Fuck Armageddon, this is hell |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none
People tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one I'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world I go home while they work hard, then they say I'm wrong There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy If their sins affected me, I gotta be damned to be free Freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth Instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth Learn their rules and play their game, deceive yourself in haste Turn your own brain into dust, it's not theirs to waste There's only one place to be, while living with tragedy Extract the nectar, burn the tree, I gotta be damned to be free Thinking this world it ain't so bad Dying it's just another fad Working eight hours, that's not for me Dying it's just your destiny |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
Broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom. Fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies. Teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay. White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. Are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy. Pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. Stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side. Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream. White trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation Offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. White trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation, White trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation. |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
I hate my family, hate my school
Speed limits, and the golden rule Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream American dream's gonna swallow you whole It's bursting at the seam It'll sweep you away, so enjoy it today Tomorrow you'll be old thus useless American dream (2x) American dream, that's ok Cause no one dare give you away I hate my job, I hate your god I hate hypocrites and common slobs Hate people who aren't what they seem More than anything else, American dream Promise me today I'll have a Chevrolet With whitewalls on the side One boy, one girl, comfortable lies American dream (2x) American dream, that's ok Cause no one dare give you away American dream! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Weak and sick, dying in the sand
No such thing as a promised land Don't lose faith in a better life Reincarnation, poor excuse You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now Dying and starving in the fields you used to plow Rotting bones in your barren fields Worshipped creature's supposed to heal He won't save you and he won't save me See what you want to see Hindu religion in the mind of a working Joe Starving and dying in the fields you used to know You're tied and bound to a God's useless advice Bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight In the end you'll return once more to die again Go on till you can't no more in non-eternal sin |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
Neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you
And no one cares like he cares Neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of God and money Because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you And what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets Dig real deep, until it hurts Alleviate your guilt Free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters Please give a 10, 25, or a 50 dollar tax-deductible donation And I assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor TV and radio Ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services No longer will young Christian Americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic submission To rhythmic music, for with your monetary support There is no end to what we can achieve in this country The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! Can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts and all our reasons Pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see? Speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice Hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! If we shun God and Jesus Christ, religious love is sacrifice Love for God is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash With every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs Build a million dollar church, with money spent on God's research The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! On late night TV, God can heal, a certain force you cannot feel Love for money in God's name, religion's now a TV game! Build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research (2x) The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! Yeah! The voice of god is government (3x) In God we trust, sinners repent! |
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from Bad Religion, Bad Religion - How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
See the fight
Old men crying, deny their ruin Watch them try The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows Other watches, has a seat, and from the same cup, they drink I'm doing time, how long I don't know William had 26 Blew his brains out, now look at him John had only one Watch the mother mourn her only son I'm doing time, how long I don't know I'll kiss goodbye my brain and body And go to sleep for generations (2x) Salvation Cease concentration You'll only lose the fight Don't tell me what's wrong or right You're losing sight You're just gonna die anyway |
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from Body Of War: Songs That Inspired An Iraq War Veteran [best, ost] (2008)
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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