Bad Religion

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"Bad Religion (Theme Song)"

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 copout, that is all that's left
Hey Mr. Mime, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion.
Ay!
Don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit?
Don't you know blind faith through lies won't 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, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion,
Bad Religion.

"Murder"



If you're discontent to know you world's a pile of shit,
Listen to a riddle that'll 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 AL ALL!

Ape shall not murder - Ape take the cure
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!

"Scrutiny"



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
Judgment comes in many forms but never scare 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 friend,
We end up and the same

It seems 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 be sure of anything anymore!

"Prodigal Son"



Oh can't you feel the nostalgia son I wonder about ya
Modernistocrat Horatio Alger
Clever never hesitating in the baiting ever waiting
For the canticle of manacles abating
Do 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 just how 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 read to bout you - about controversial values
Don't you think you better readdress the level of the cowardice rising to drown you
Did you ever connect - or come to reject - or even inspect
That dream that hounds 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 just how 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 oh yeah
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
Don't look at me, no I ain't one, no prodigal son

"The Grand Delusion"



If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and
Molecules, frozen moments in time
I could be the archetype, a credit to the
Genotype, re-program your mind

But the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause to distort a
Precious delusion

Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist
"You can't make 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

"Lost Pilgrim"



Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears and lonely
Eyes that 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 yet 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 passers by
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 passers by
Headlong to their grave
Don't despair this world of toil and care.
This pilgrim lost his way

"Submission Complete"



Dedication is the price you pay: the initiated are
Coddled and caged
Before you walk, as soon as you crawl
Hope is pointless 'cuz 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 taste 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 a damnation
Submission complete!

Dying on your feet
Submission complete
A total defeat

"Fields Of Mars"



In the garden where he was cast out by the lord
Flames an Omni-directional 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've mistook it for the meaning of sin

The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right - someday
I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars

He knelt down before the unholy mob - who cried
"War is god!"
Gleaming outwardly with great pride - and
Prepared to die

The women wish him well
Every time he cast off marching to hell
Now if you've never seen a terrible sight
Stroll the garden of earthly delight
Maybe we can make it right - someday
I'll see you 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

"The Devil In Stitches"

Angels fall down without warning
Cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves.
She had a bulletproof mind and big pawn-shop eyes
And nothing you could say would get to her.

So don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat.
I can strum twice and make it all go away.
We'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
And let the Devil come join us dancing...

Across that yellow sun,
We'll run,
Because the Devil in stitches only has his fun
Performing for the chosen one.

We can run.

She was living on the edge of a knife.
His head was filled with restless ghosts.
It's so easy to love a bringer of destruction.
She said, "Darling, I love you madly."

Black tear-stained cheeks behind your shattered window,
Praying for a song to save her life.
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine,
So let the Devil come join us dancing...

Across that yellow sun,
We'll run,
While the Devil in stitches goes and has his fun
Performing for the chosen one.

We can run wild in the street,
Like a formal procession of love and deceit.
I will carry you home like a body from the wreckage.
Here's your punch-drunk cupid, knocked clean out of his senses.

I know he drove her out to the brink.
That's where they stood and looked out.
But then he made a decision.
That's where they made a division.

Declaring war on the weather,
A reckless pact with forever.
So come on and sing,
Sing hallelujah right now.

"Won't Somebody"

Out in the cold like a bundle of coal
Little packets of darkness wanting to glow

Well there's nobody home and there's a wreck in the yard
Well maybe they're coming back
If we wish really hard
If we wish real hard now

Won't somebody please come up with something
'cuz Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
And all of the rest are really down in the ratings
So everyone is gonna keep on waiting

Waiting for peace at the end of the street
Back behind our apartment and in passenger seats
Just a moment of bliss amid all of the waste
The despair and oblivion of our precarious race
It's ours to face now

Won't somebody please come up with something
'cuz Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
And all of the rest are really down in the ratings
So everyone is gonna keep on waiting

Now I know nothing lasts forever
So we might as well wish for a goddam fix of this toxic changing weather

Now tell me won't somebody come up with something
'cuz Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working
And all of the others can barely stay in the running
But everyone is still right here waiting

Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please come up with something
Won't somebody please

"The Resist Stance"

Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door
If you nourish them and water them they'll grow into a healthy "what for?"
And if revolution isn't what's in store, how can you care anymore?

It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist

You're an archetype that they can pin to the wall
When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall
Never thinking of the bigger world outside, as they take you for a ride

It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
Because passion unabated can be readily conflated with belligerence

It's a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift
In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip
And the verdict won't be kind, cuz they're desperate for a viable alternative.

Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance.
Take a stance. The resist stance!

"Only Rain"

Hey scientist please save us from our rainy days
Because your counterpart in the magic art is manufacturing judgment day
There's a fell wind blowing out of the east
Bringing famine drought and plague
Well now at least that's what they say

Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

Well I know what's wrong and I know what's right
And I know that evil exists sure as day turns into night
When a man gets down on his knees to pray you know he'll find what he is able
But chances are he'll find it either way

Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

Oh Lord have mercy on a humble man
Lost in the wilderness without a guiding hand

Rain fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

It fell like judgment
Across my windowpane
Said it fell like judgment
But it was only rain

"The Day That The Earth Stalled"

Do you remember when we were young, adventure had no end?
Those were the days my friend
But I'm not talking about that at all
Do you remember when you marred my future with a sickly parasitic pall?
That was the day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled

Friction, bonds, and gravity, all harmonic motion ceased
Life itself could not maintain from that singularity
Try to withstand a magnetic storm with no one to keep you warm
Waiting for the rest to fall, since the day that the earth stalled

That was the day the earth stalled
Since the day that the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled
That was the day the earth stalled
On that day that the earth stalled

"Someone To Believe"

Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay
As your mind, left behind, lost another day
But finally there's someone to believe

Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And there's no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees

Who, what, or where made you change your mind?
Doesn't matter anymore 'cuz you've seen a sign
And now finally there's someone to believe

Searching for the answer's a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best
And then finally there's someone to believe
And now you have a purpose to proceed
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn't even need

No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn
But then finally there's someone to believe
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there's someone to believe
And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter's sleep

Finally, there's someone to believe

"Meeting Of The Minds"

In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise
The truth is only ever relied on that which we agree and abide
At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light

In old Tennessee, the last century
All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity

At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.

There's a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be
And the halcyon fields of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary

Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied
No longer will the market decide what the government should provide

At the meeting of the minds
Reading of the times
Open the blinds
To our complicated lives
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light

"Wrong Way Kids"

Stop them from shimmering away
On blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
The wrong way kids were something more than friends
Navigating a sprawl without end

Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids

Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids

The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
With noone to look up to because they're looking up to us
Just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
Wanderers to nowhere at all

Did you ever want to take bad advice
Did you ever want to go and take it twice
Do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
Right, you are my friend
So what's wrong with them
There go the wrong way kids

Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
And they call them the wrong way kids

"Pride And The Pallor"

Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from his family
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy

Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays

Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word
So bewildered when he finally ran away
Oh, obligations never cease
Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace

Yeah, papa and his family always on parade
Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays

"Get me out of here, someone's got to save the day."
The children are reminded to do it for the daddy's sake
And happiness is ever so far, far away.

Yeah, lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy
Papa and his family always on parade
Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender's charade
It's just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell

What they created was a family story no one will tell
It's a photo album too terrible
But the pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays

"Ad Hominem"

See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand
Somebody's gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command
But it's a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam
And if you don't have a penny, why should I give a damn?

Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am

See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don't have a dime
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity
Well there's no Great Depression and there's no Great Society
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free

Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am

I'm just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale
A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs
Ideas and beliefs from the people that you don't like?

Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am?
Ad Hominem.
You think you're better than I am

"Turn Your Back On Me"

I've been searching for so long
Now the search party is gone
Won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong
We started out so strong

I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me

Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me

If I could I would stand outside myself
And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else
If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end?
Or do the ends justify themselves?

I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me

Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
We're the same as far as I can see
So come on turn your back on me

"Cyanide"

Well let me bend your ear
Because I'm never really there
When shadows turns to light
And hope into despair

There was an only one
But the broody skies above
Brought down a shameful stain
And not a single drop of cleaning rain

Let me say
(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide

Well in this world of things
One of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
But not without a cost

Down a lonely street
It was our destiny to meet
Nobody asked you twice
We found purchase then with no requite (nothing nice)

(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide

Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
And have you worshiped our invention
I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
Because the road to you is paved with good intentions

(Oh oh) well there's no place left to hide
(Oh oh) from the loneliness inside
The road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
And missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide

"Avalon"

As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea
Hey, we're brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we're smarter than, or what we're meant to be
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains
While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise
But the truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends
Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame
And it's no... it's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is old and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon

So now the day races from the twilight
How the fields are enveloped by the shade
And the story that you'll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed
And it's no! It's no use thinking that you're wrong
The past is dead and gone
It's best to move along and find your Avalon
It's best to hurry on and find your Avalon

"Where The Fun Is"

Smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
In the place where no one knows me by my name

Where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
And fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

In the shadow of the valley
Where the nights are warm
We will fear no evil
When we get things done

Tap in - into the vain
We'll road trip and raise Cain
Down on the nickel
With a flame in the rain

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

So jump in - into the frame
We're laughin' to hide the pain
It's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed

This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is

"I Won't Say Anything"

He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
So I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
Don't you know us animals need something to
Then I flew
That's when he said

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right

So I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
Some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
And I said ain't it funny that machines need a ghost
He made a toast

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right

Riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
And I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
Then he screamed
That's when he said

Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
Unless you ask it right