Тексты песен «Bad Religion»

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 stately as a slot machine,...

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 derision. But I want something more...

Everybody\'s 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...

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana are withering And you can't deny that living is easy If you...

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 and torment, It's a game of strange compulsion,...

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's dependent and weighty all the same...

Maybe it's too late for intellectual debate But a residue of confusion remains All changin' with the times And you better make up your minds Are the average citizens sources of pain? Yea (Tell me what we're...

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'm enamored by young lovers on...

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 quintessential mindless modern epicine. His life is...

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 If the grains sift...

"After their first album, as band members slowly drifted away, Greg Graffin gradually changed the direction of their music, eventually playing neo-psychedelic folsky songs that nobody seemed to like. After releasing...

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...

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,...

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,...

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...

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 the universes in...

it could happen to you, a defect from the wasted outskirts of los angeles with a crumpled-up pass for the RTD and no authority or trajectory on the brink of insanity you'd better believe it because it's written all over...

Above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth. We're somewhere in the middle, and we're all discontent too. Is someone watching over you? Inside they know what's best for you. Judgment's not tomorrow, its today...

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 the universe I'll make sure we...

Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition of a lunatic ambition to rise The air is thin, the future is dim,...