Bad Religion lyrics

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.
Ay!

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?
(Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head?)
Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why

There's a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
The face is blank but the gears are turning.
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn't really matter what I'm figuring out.
I'm guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt
And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

(words and music by Mr. brett)
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 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 throught, if you got caught
we'd all go away
Like a spoiled little baby

Heard a word, suicide,
Not from one, but from thousands that tried.
The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat,
One thing in common, they all wanted out.
And it's plain to see.
It goes for you and it goes for me,
And all the screwed up little girls and boys
All thrown in without a choice.
But I heard him say,
"I want out,
No complaints and no doubts,
Just a chance to go on."
I heard a word, suicide,

US government drew up plans
Too much money, got the cash
Break out ? staff
? is a fuckin' mess
They think they know it all.
They're gonna die in the fireball.
? overrule
? play the fool
All day
World War III (x4)
Forget ?
I'll make us have another war.
It doesn't matter what the people think.
These days our President drinks:
Here I go I'll launch the bomb.
It's headed straight for Guam.
I'll ?

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

I give to you, you take from me
We live in perfect harmony
But I know you canât give me what I need
Wwith subtle care and rosey hues
We duke it out, we change our views
We hold so dear our unanimity
Oh...
We are just pretenders
We are just pretenders, lost in this charade
We are just pretenders, characters on stage
We are just pretenders, trying to break free

Don't wanna have to take your shit anymore
i finally concluded that life is way to short

the ticking of the hourglass,

the tiny grains of sand

they beckon me like gravity,

like signposts on the land

and you got what you wanted

without force of reprimand

the seconds are all running out,

this burdens out of hand

It's cold again, it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so
Oh better than who we are with mania
And yearning for and learning from
Oh better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge
A cigarette, a memory
All connections to the permanent are burning
The pedestal gets in the way

Blood is a river,
Flowing darkly amidst the tangled roots of the tall shining city
Crazy flowing mantide migrations
Engorge the big ventricle of heartbroken America
So many heaven hoping, hopeful groping breathers
All tap together quietly and desperately in unison
Hey, hey, hey, is anybody listening?

News from the front
News from the front
We're living in troubled times

little girl's arms open wide, two ways to go but you can't decide
follows all rules, has no say
ends up in somebody elses play
close your eyes cuz you just dont need them anyway

lose as directed dont take no chance
dont end your life upon circumstance
mystery and misery go hand in hand
so you better follow the master plan
dont use your head, lose as directed

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.
Ay!