Тексты песен «Bad Religion»

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. Delirium...

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. Delirium Delirium...

Who do you believe can put some meaning in your life meaning in your life meaning in your life Who do you conceive to provide you guidance and light guidance and light guidance and light Are they waiting for you...

Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day, A misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can, Break all the...

@ALBUM:Suffer (1988) Hey Do What You Want But Don't Do It Around Me Idleness and dissipation breed apathy I sit on my ass all god damned day oh misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to say what you must , do all you can...

See the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin. Watch them try. The cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes. Darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows. Other watches, has a drink, and from...

Doing Time by Bad Religion from the album "How Could Hell Be Any Worse?" See the fight old man crying deny their ruin watch them try the cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes darkness falls curtain calls the...

(words and music by Mr. brett) a 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...

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's written everywhere and we are all too...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Recorded September 4, 1996 at Polypterus Studio in Ithaca, New York I had a dream of unity where we would walk side by side but today I see that it's only me just tryin' to get by sometimes we strive undeterred...

"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 know you can succed, I used...

Weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land. Don't lose faith in a better life--reincarnation, poor excuse. You're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now. Dying and starving in...

"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 state they found...

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're in a play of slow decay...

A new age of reason Brain treason to trick the mind What good is searching if nothing's there to find We arrive at this place of no return my brothers Only to discover that our minds have led us away so far from...