Hear ItLike 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 Bad Religion Index Shades Of TruthHere 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 You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright You don't know I'm alright Bad Religion Index All Fantastic ImagesEngland seemed like 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 don'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 All fantastic images Bad Religion Index The Biggest Killer In American HistoryK-k-k-killer K-k-k-killer You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes Furniture makers, and carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause Disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritas" But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking right there Most are unaware of The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history 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 'cause it's time to fight The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history The biggest killer in American history And God shed his grace on thee Bad Religion Index No SubstanceHistory 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 There's no substance 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 There's no substance There's no substance There's no substance There's no substance Bad Religion Index Raise Your Voice( Featuring Campino ) (I think this is a song we could redo in every language of every country we go to) Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Don't be played like someone else's board game Don't be classed out like some desolate 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 Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice 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 Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Fa fa fafa, fa fa fafa, raise your voice Bad Religion Index Sowing The Seeds Of UtopiaWe all know politicians only go Just halfway there Just halfway there The innocence of youth need 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 Bad Religion Index The Hippy KillersOur apocalypse nineteen-eighty-one Teenage vagrants looking for some fun A renewed promise of prosperity A vulgar platform for the world to see We were The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers 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 The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers 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 The hippy killers The hippy killers The hippy killers Bad Religion Index The State Of The End Of The Millenium AddressNeighbors, 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 anyway, Too many mouths to feed, 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. 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! Bad Religion Index The Voracious March Of GodlinessSince the start of the seventeenth 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 victors 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 The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness The voracious march of godliness Makes us all the same anyway All the same Bad Religion Index Mediocre MindsLook 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, an enemy They wanna keep me locked away 'Cause 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 your but you can never bend mine With your mediocre minds The only natural thing that I really despise Are the mediocre minds Mediocre minds Mediocre minds Bad Religion Index Victims Of The RevolutionHey Hey 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 Hey Hey 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 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 Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Bad Religion Index Strange DenialA 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 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 Bad Religion Index At The Mercy Of ImbecilesWhat 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's wise to know their ways So you know how not to behave But sometime we find ourselves in desperate need And we look to those with 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 Imbeciles Imbeciles Bad Religion Index The Same PersonYou 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 even wanna know 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 really wanna know 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 asked of 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 even wanna know We're not the same person We're not the same person Don't even wanna know Bad Religion Index In So Many WaysI 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 Unison 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 Unison 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 Unison Bad Religion Index |
