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bad religion - american jesus
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm 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
Thats lurking all around
We've got the american Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the american Jesus
He helped build the president's estate
I feel sorry for the earth's population
'Cuz so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk with renewed confidence
We've 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 farmers barren fields (in god)
The force the army wields (we trust)
The expession in the faces (because)
Of the starving millions (he's one of us)
The power of the man (break down)
He's the fuel that drives the clan (cave in)
He's the motive and conscience (we can)
Of the murderer (take in our sins)
He's the preacher on t.v. (strong heart)
The false sincerity (too high)
He form letter that's written (an infinite)
By the big computers (kind)
The nuclear bombs (you lose)
And the kids with no moms (we win)
And i'm fearful that (he is)
he's inside me (our champion)
We've got the american jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the american jesus
Exercisin' his authority
We've got the american jesus
Bolstering national faith
We've got the american jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
(yeah!)
One nation under God
One nation under God...
bad religion - infected
Now here I go
hope I don't break down
I won't take anything
I don't need anything
Don't wanna exist
I can't persist
Please stop before I do it again
Just talk about nothing
Let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one
Please talk about no one
Someone
Anyone
You and me
Have a disease
You affect me
You infect me
I'm afflicted, you're addicted
You and me
You and me
I'm on the edge
Get against the wall
I'm so distracted
I love to strike you
Here's my confession
You learned you lessson
Stop me before I do it again
Just talk about nothing
Let's talk about nothing
Let's talk about no one
Please talk about no one
Someone
Anyone
You and me
Have a disease
You affect me
you infect me
I'm afflicted, you're addicted
You and me
You and me
You're clear
As a heavy lead curtain
want to drill you
Like an ocean
We can work it out
I've been running out
Now I'm running out
Don't be mad about it baby
yeah yeah yeah
You and me,
You and me,
I want to tie you
Crucify you
Kneel before you,
Reveal your body,
You and me,
We're made in heaven
I want to take you,
I want to brake you,
suplicate you,
With torny roses,
I want to bathe you in holy water I want to Kill you,
Upon the alter,
You and me,
You and me!
bad religion - 21st century digital boy
I can't believe it, the way you look sometimes
Like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah
And I don't want it, the things you're offering me
Symbolized bar code, quick ID, oh yeah
Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?
I can't explain it, the things you're saying to me
It's going yayayayayayaya, oh yeah
Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?
Tried to tell you about no control
But now I really don't know
And then you told me how bad you had to suffer
Is that really all you have to offer?
Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I've got a lot of toys
My daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
My mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
Ain't life a mystery?
bad religion - fuck you
Everybody needs a slogan in their pocket or two
It never hurts to have a strategy you can go to
Sometimes I have no sense at all
As most flawed men are won?t to do
Just say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to
Your bad attitude
You can even get cerebral if you want to
Make a radical assessment that sticks like glue
Sometimes it takes no thought at all
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too
Pay homage to
Your bad attitude
The reaction it brings, just one of those things
Your friends might not want you around
If the impulse is right you might get in a fight
Even though you can?t hold your ground
But all rest assured, sometimes just a word
Is the most satisfying sound
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you
Pavlovian rude
A menace too,
Pay homage to your bad attitude
Just say fuck you
bad religion - punk rock song
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on
This is just a Punk Rock Song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a Punk Rock Song
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politik
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change
Nothing has changed...
This is just a Punk Rock Song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a company we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' robots out there
And this is just a Punk Rock Song
10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time
This is just a Punk Rock Song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a Punk Rock Song
The figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time
This is just a Punk Rock Song
This is just a Punk Rock Song
This is just a Punk Rock Song
bad religion - you
There's a place where everyone can be happy,
it's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world,
it's made of candy canes and planes,
and bright red choo choo trains and the meanest little boys,
and the most innocent little girls,
and you know,
I wish that I could go there,
it's a road that I have not found,
and I wish you the best of luck dear,
drop a card or letter to my side of town,
'cuz there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
but baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world,
but I
don't have the terpentine to clean
what you have soiled....
and I won't forget it
there's a place where everyone can be right,
even though you remain determined to be opposed,
admittance requires no qualifications,
it's where everyone has been and where everybody goes,
so please try not to be impatient,
for we all hate standing in line,
and when the farm is good and bought,
you'll be there without a thought,
and eternity my friend, is a long fucking time
'cuz there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend,
but baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send
and you
painted my entire world,
but I
don't have the terpentine to clean
what you have soiled....
and I won't forget it
bad religion - sorrow
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
bad religion - a walk
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 closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down
And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around
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
Independant 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
There's nothing you can do
Cuz I don't have to live like you
I'm going for a walk (10x)
I'm going for a walk!
bad religion - los angeles is burning
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
the sane man skirts under the wind
but down here in the city of the lime lights
the fans of santa ana are witherin'
and you can?t deny that living is easy
if you never look behind the scenery
it's showtime for drag lines
and bedlam is dreamin' of rain
when the hills of los angeles are burnin'
palm trees are candles in the murder wind
so many lives on the breeze
even the stars are ill at ease
and los angeles is burnin'
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 battle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine
the whole world is goin' insane
when the hills of los angeles are burnin'
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 burnin'
a clock that reads
the end of days
shotgun roundabouts are bending in the haze
more a question than a curse
how could hell be any worse?
the flames are startin'
the cameras runnin'
so take warnin'
when the hills of los angeles are burnin
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 burnin'
bad religion - 1000 memories
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
'Cause 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...
'cause a picture is worth
One thousand memories
bad religion - anesthesia
everybody is talking about the girl
who went and killed the delivery man,
but she looks so kind and gentle,
it just doesn't stand to reason,
I saw her right there just the other night
as stately as a slot machine,
but when she looked my way something mad
as hell came over me,
anesthesia, mona lisa, I've got a little gun,
here comes oblivion,
I never loved you, how did you find me?
the cops will never complicity now, anna......
all good children go to heaven!
I remember your face that august night
when we lied about the beautiful time to come
and that crazy old man who came much to late
and caused a chain reaction,
I've been hanging out there for eleven long years
like a church mouse where the cat has gone,
and looking at you now
is driving me to distraction
bad religion - epiphany
A new age of reason
Bring treason to trick the mind
What good is searchin'
If nothin's there to find
We are 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 come
What's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
All thats benign corrupts and die
The fallacy
Of epiphany
Come forth bear witness
See the prophet from your lost
Beg for forgivness
Only after you're telling the cost
We are at this place
Of no return my sisters
Only to discover that our values ran us around,
On the show, in the sea, of what we could be
What's right is wrong
What's come has come
What's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
All that's been reigned corrupts and die
The fallacy
Of epiphany
If it's real for me
Do I have to prove it to you
Why do revelations made to cold blue untruth
It's oh so relative
So serve me if you don't know what's perspective
What's right is wrong
What's come has come
What's clear and pure is not so sure
It came to me
All promises become a lie
All that's been reigned corrupts and die
The fallacy
Of epiphany
Oh Oh Oh
Always failing me
bad religion - bad religion
See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad Religion, a cabal, that is all that's left.
Hey mr. mind, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad Religion, too good to take.
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion.
Don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit?
Don't you know blind faith in life will conquer it?
Don't you know responsibility is ours?
I don't care a think about eternal fires.
Listen this time, it's more than a rhyme,
It's your indecision.
Your indecision is your
Bad Religion, too good to take.
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, too good to take.
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion,
Bad Religion.
bad religion - against the grain
three thousand miles of wilderness
overcome by the flow,
a lonely restitution of pavement,
pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers,
I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture,
my path again renewed,
against the grain,
that's where I'll stay,
swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain
here labelled as lunatic,
sequestered and content,
there ignored and defeated
by the government,
there's an oriented public who's magnetic
force does pull,
but away from the potential of the individual,
against the grain.....
the flow is getting stronger
with smaller increments of time and eddies
of new ideas are increasingly hard to find,
you need all that the other has,
your right to seize the day
but in all your acquisitions you will soon
be swept away,
against the grain......
there's a common consensus
and an uncomfortable cheer,
a reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
it sings "leave your cares behind you,
just grab tenaciously",
this lulling sense or purpose will
destroy us rapidly,
against the grain.....
bad religion - atomic garden
everybody wants do dance in a playpen,
but nobody wants to play in my garden.
I see the hippies on an angry line,
guess they don't get my meaning,
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend,
I like the Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
and I wish I had a shiny red top,
a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up,
or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
so I could make the gardening stop
come out to play, come out to play,
and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
in my atomic garden
all my scientists are working on a deadline,
so my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
they say they know what's best for me,
but they don't know what they're doing,
and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev,
'cause I'd wiggle all night,
like jelly in a pot,
at least he's got a garden with a fertile plot,
and a party that will never stop,
I hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room
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