Тексты песен Bad Religion

(Mr. Brett) I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth. I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes, Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of t

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

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 i.d., oh

well, it was punk-fifteen in the morning and it was time to stand my ground and as the gawks and stares bombarded me you know, I didn't even hear a sound no one gave a damn if I was there

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 haggar

I don't want to live in a world without melody sometimes the rhythmic din of society is too much for me but purpose is prioritized these days, the goal is win the prize there's a slee

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 r

England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are All Fantastic Images they only are apparent Propagated just by hope and desire t

all good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razon, violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain All good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line when they march and shout- are a specta

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse, But it's there and it's happening to me along the way. As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes, But the dinner's always waiting

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

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 like the other night as st

(Greg Graffin) It's a love song to the self, a story recapped every day, It's a world of bogus feelings and a world of slow decay, It's a world of laughter hidden by this world of fear

What you do is what you are And wishing upon distant stars Won't improve the hole you're in Won't absolve your deepest sin But action is no gift from some covert and lofty god It'

everybody wants to 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�

(Mr. Brett) He's the latest superhero with powers so profound. He can leap a dotted line in just a single bound. I know you must have seen him in books and magazines. He's the quintessentia

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

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 l

Porcelain and alabaster, decaying ever faster, Unaware of imminent disaster open up your eyes. As you ruminate the hopeless sands of time, Did you wander out your days lost and resigned? Or recreate t

Let your mind wander, Look beyond the shadows Focus on the skyline, Read the silhouettes Your deepest desires Are a picture of tomorrow All your darkest fears Are just a vestige of regret And it's wo-

I\'m sorry about the sun, how could I know that you\'d burn?, and I\'m sorry about the moon, how could I know that you\'d disapproved, I\'ll never make the same mistake, the next time I create th

(Mr. Brett) This isn't another new fashion, or a new wave plastic trend. Everybody's searching for something but in the meantime let's all just pretend. I've got this feeling and

flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling lika ten helicopters wheeling and you're gonna hit the ceiling lika a m

She said Thanks but I'm broken I guess you must have misspoken What a laugh I've never been chosen by anyone She was barely a teen hangin' out in-between, just a part of the scene With mercurial smile

blacktop pavement cover me like a chemical reaction or a steam roller spreading randomly there's a distant and a low frequency it tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feet and it shakes the leav

(Greg Graffin) Well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away, And the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid, And the times we see ahead, we must glaze with rozy

You took a time bomb and a case of crackers and you made a maelstrom of organic debris then you took a work bench and a rusty anvil and you polished them for everyone to see you have created an unhea

so you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round and you can't find the truth in the things you've found and you're scared shitless 'cuz evil abounds come and join us wel

Delirium of Disorder (x2) Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains, Resolving itself into works. Chaos is the score upon which reality is written, The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde. De

grizzly scene on my electron beam told a story about human rights so all of Kings horses and all of Kings men had a riot for two days and nights Well, the city exploded but the gates wouldn't o

we don't need any more mountains because the trail builders failed to give us passage there so we can't reach the sky we don't need any more failure there is human tragedy that&#

We don't need anymore mountains Because the trail builders failed to give us passage there So we can't reach the sky We don't need anymore failure There is human tragedy that's written everywhere We a

the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer but I

everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love everyone shrouded in purple haze then one day they woke up from their dream

random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of anarchy or peace of calm revolt, man, we'r

heard a sermon from a creaky pul pit with no one in the nave, i paid a visit to the synagogue and i left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what to do, no one had the ability to answer me, wha

Come and see the brilliant light don't let your emotions mask your sight it's the manifestation of a deeper fight that affects me and you my optimism was running high a new world order was

lie lie lie... the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him, the

(Brett and Graffin) There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones. He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones. It's deadly and alluring,

(Nice going, spazz)I'm tired of this city, all this toil and strife. Trying to cross the boulevard, playing Frogger with my life. Frogger with my life (x2) I'm tired of this city, all this

Like a rock, like a planet, Like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere I turn I've seen it all before In book and magazines lik

lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your alluring intricacies, i cah see your green-screen ment

and did those feet in ancient times trod on america's pastuers of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen? i don't think so, he's up the

Like 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 w

As I walk beneath the valley I shall fear no evil for thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet today murder is legal God I know that it's wrong to kill my brother for what he hasn't do

(Greg Graffin) Stranded In a life in which your struggle for acceptance Is a never-ending chore, Upbraided For your actions past and present and rewarded for the ideas Of the future's bright ope

I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner, in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America, I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dy

(Mr. Brett) Tell me can the hateful chain be broken? Production and consumption define our hollow lives. Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean, Toward a land that's better, much more bountifu

(Brett and Graffin) Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty. Think about the times and places you've never known, You're a man-swa

I love my computer you make me feel alright every waking hour and every lonely night I love my computer for all you give to me predictable errors and no identity and it's never been quite

(Mr. Brett) Going through a world of sad debris, Regard quixoitic reveries of ownership: The blossoming disease of man called tenure and accretion, The ancient western treadmill of deception and deri

(Mr. Brett) Hey Brother Christian with your high and might errand, Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying. Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion, Your

I 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

In the city, the day is too hot And you're hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain, But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same... In the night, in the night you

mother, father, look at your little monster, I'm a hero, I'm a zero, I'm the butt of the worst joke in history, I'm a lock without a key, a city with no door, a prayer without fai

individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones have reached a critical mass, individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered by the wafer thin veil of intelligence individuals,

now here I go, hope I don't break down, I won't take anything, I don't need anything, don't want to exist, I can't persist, please stop before I do it again, just talk about

automatons with business suits clinging black boxes, sequestering the blueprints of daily life contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual as they file like drone ant colonies to their of

(Greg Graffin) The wheat waving next to you is healthy and so fine, As is dinner with your loved ones every day. But your routine is changeless through the decades of your life, Green pastures, open

it's a long way to the promise land so you'd better well know your way where's a ship on the ocean and an albatross who is trying to lead you astray leaders, politicians, and power

Recorded October 14, 1996 at Polypterus Studio in Ithaca, New York hoarding turns allure to discontent altruism's a grind all its own morning makes you know your inner self but love is just as pure as

everywhere I look I see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege of the same and competent kerosene keeps me warm I'm alone to watch it burn kerosene exposure is a pitiful and pointless

(Greg Graffin) See there's a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home. Next there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy, he's all alone. The camera's on them, they&

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 l

there are desperate times upon us, there are codes of white and black, political resentment and people start to crack, there's hate and opposition, there's fumbling dialog, yet you sit ther

let your mind wander, look beyond the shadows focus on the skyline, read the silhouettes your deepest desires are a picture of tomorrow all your darkest fears are just a vestige of regret and

uddenly, it came to me a potent dosage of reality i saw myself in the broad daylight and it made me think about life im not the kinda guy who nods his head with closed eyes i scoff at labels i defy c

the systems of life hum accordingly every day, every year, every century but, everywhere humans go things get worse and worse can you tell through the smoke of the dirty city? the jungle was once a tr

rescue me when I get too deep, talk to me there's nothing to tell, Everyone, is a hydocrite, look to me, I'll save your soul Now somebody out there must be reading my mail Cuz' everybo

if I'm a monster, I am a willing one, this roller coaster ride is an enticing one, on the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder carry me like a vessel to water everything you see

Look around the country, an abundance you'll find of Mediocre minds Sift trough the fodder as the sane justice declines because of Mediocre minds Shrouded under cover, the most flamboyant guise

so proud a history, replete with sanctity, orbs in their harmony, they sing their code to me, have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you are in? the terse, oppressive blanket that's instill

i've got nothing to say, i've got nothing to do, all om my neruons are functioning smoothly yet still i'm a cyborg just like you, i am one big myoma that thinks, my planet supports onl

i know a man who doesnt have many friends i know a place he lives where trouble never ends i know its hard for him to read 'tween the lines and his days are getting so much shorter he simply tur

do you know the cost of future misery? have you lost your sense of sustainability? we are just a step away from realizing what we strive to be but we've got to break out from this insulated

When everybody dies around you, from someone else's gun, It really makes you stop and think about the years to come. Something good had to happen to the human race. We all had better stop hopi

(Greg Graffin) Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole. Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it Though we think

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load he left his people and a simple life behind he raised his torso and he looked into the sky shouting his q

History doesn't make something right Consensus is not a fact-based exercise You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise... We call America A brush with a star, a token of love A

hey mister, don't point at me you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model responding to his questions hey teacher, arrogance is bliss you spend your time turning water into life as if yo

Transfixated on the big blue screen its your window to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you t

It is an s.o.s. sent out telepathically, signs of our distress don't Allow complacency, we need restoration now of our integrity and a Drastic bold reminder of our morality, the rectifying troop is he

sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in and terrified of the damage it wi

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 alo

Economy, technology, doesn't really work. Can't try running for government, I'm not a jerk! I've tried to see these faces all around the way You're lucky if they listen to a

nothing more nothing less an icon on the wall decoration and duress that which many strive to be its the merble statue standing over me and nobody has the will to tear it down it determines wrong and

(Greg Graffin) And progress is not intelligently planned; It's the facade of our heritage, the odor of our land. They speak of Progress, in red, white and blue. It's the structure of the fu

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

offer me eternity, and i'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking for a handout on behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on just 70 cents a day? padding your pockets

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 alot on your

can't you feel it can't you see it the promise of prosperity it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue and in

(Mr. Brett) 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

They're all just suicides, in a social way. I'll never need that dormant time, I'll tell you why. 'Cause I think about it all the time, I think about ? I am ? Sensory ? you (x2) I

Here inside this quiet room there's direction Outside in the sultry noon-time reflection A million scurry they are looking for advice None willing to lend charity just exercise their Shades of T

Don't try to say that I threaten your freedom We've done without for 20 years, so think if we really need 'em We're all just slaves for the troop commanders (x3) We're all sl

So, you're feeling unimportant, 'cuz you've got nothing to say, And your life is just a ramble, No one understands you anyway Well, I've got a piece of news, son, That might make you change your mind,

(Mr. Brett) There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze. The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion Bring him e

We all know politicians only go Just half-way there Just half-way there The innocence of youth needs protection not abuse But no one seems to care Yet no one seems to care And you sit there adn watch

shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within charity has

A mutinous enemy carved a nascent country Sweat, blood, and valor Forms the grit of our history Beqeathed to everyone: Chance and free expression Substance was restrained And the spirit was broken I

a febrile shocking violent smack the children are hoping for a heart attack, tonight the windows are watching, the streets all conspire, and the lamppost can't stop crying, if I could fly high a

there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it is'nt even christmas he see's a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his

television, television, television, television oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light, submerge in electric waves, I need my connection to the world outside the world outside is buzzing like

parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts sun-baked pavement encroaches on us haves and have-nots together at last brutally engaged in mortal combat 10 in 2010 what kind of God orchestrates such a

Long ago in a dusty village full of hinger, pain and strife a man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced he had the answer and he complelled people to follow

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes. Furniture makers, carpenters too Bombers and commandos, all with some lost cause Disgruntled workers, immersed in "veritбs" But stea

the framework of the world is black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race shrivels trapped in

every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend, could it be that it's only superficiality?, without regard to well-being, without an inkling of compromise, handshake

Our Apocalypse 1981 Teenage vagrants lookinґ for some fun A renewed promise of prosperity A vulgar platform for the world to see We were The hippy killers Busted refuse from broken homes Pocked flesh

oh me oh my get out of your 1950's fantasy, your face shines with misery transparently spew out that sobering half-assed victim rhetoric make 'em all squirm while they chew on it it

let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast, we have seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea, syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease, the swath endogenous

You 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 severance From your past relations Just a quest fo

Neighbours, 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

desolate and without purpose radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate

Since the start of the 17th 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 is the

despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his a

shut your eyes, see the future's distant shore march ahead more enlightened than before and there's sure to be bumps and distractions but I know we'll get through there will be

the brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine, and wait for sleep to overcome us and from somewh

Every day we profit so leaning toward the great unknown asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been trample paths that go between yesterdays foundations and tomorrow it'

A refreshing plunge a drink of platable water a deep inspiration on a warm summer day a safe stroll in the middle of the road community a neighbor who in times of need will not turn away I ain't

Unrepentant vagabond Plot the new coordinates and cast the map aside Now I gotta ramble on Navigate the pitfalls and cross the great divide The mapmaker's legend gave direction and a key He set the de

i had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, i guess it mad him feel like he could buck the system and when it flickered out we laid him down to

There'a light on in the hallway so I can't understand why you hide underneath the covers there's a baby in your womb so don't be scared tonight because Raggedy ann is in the close

irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell is the matter with the pople on this planet? have we all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing u

What will prove to be our big mistake? Short-sighted arrogance all for what sake? Our families to ashes, our ambitions to dust Our progeny in silence thinking "what about us?" But don'

the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child the parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside the priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head the pain was like brimstone,

I was born on planet earth the rotating ball where man comes first it4s been around for a long, long time but now it4s time to watch it die I saw a man on my big blue screen he ruled the world econo

(Greg Graffin) I've seen a lot of things in five years. I struggle just to hold back the tears. But everyfuckingwhere I go, I see the pathos that I know Will spell the termination of us all. Som

all those stories that my dad told me, they are just a whisper in time all those things that never came to be, they are just a whisper in time a whisper in time, a whisper in time things that I

Run, but don't be scared to look behind. Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind. The end is almost here, The sky, the air, so nice and clear, The sound of your decay, And the ringing

(Mr. Brett) 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,

(Greg Graffin) Hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong. Eradicate but vindicate as "progress" creeps along. Puritan work ethic maintains its subconscious ed

a rhapsody! contestants in disguise a nation of desire but who will win the prize? the people stand united, reluctantly aligned copying and lying are the favorite past-time you've got a