Bad Religion

[barbarin]

The Biggest Killer In American History

The Biggest Killer In American History

You have got your stranglers and prowlers in soft shoes
Furniture makers, carpenters too / Bombers and commandos,
all with some last cause / Disgruntled workers, immersed in
"veritás"

But stealthily, in the land of the free, he's lurking there / Most
are unaware of / The biggest killer in American history / And
god shed his grace on thee

Business institutions, universities / Both are quite the circus
when the killer wants his way / I think of Edward Teller and his
moribund reprise / Then I look to Nevada and I can't believe my
eyes / It's time for him to die!

Most cannot remember minutia learned in school / It's not
there on the blackboard, it's what they don't tell you / We have
got a problem, it starts and ends right here / It can be defeated
but you've got to face your fear

We'll join and unite and steady our sight / Then we'll put it right
'cuz it's time to fight / The biggest killer in American history
And god shed his grace on thee

 

[barbarin]

No Substance

No Substance

history doesn't make something right / consensus is not a
fact-based exercise / you're tied and bound to this self-
indulgent enterprise... / We call it America

a brush with a star, a token of love / a name in the sand,
enough is enough / a diet of air, a face on the net / a fish in
your palm, a television set

ONCE YOU CONVINCE YOURSELF / THE UNIVERSE FALLS
INTO PLACE / YOU'VE GOT YOUR IDEAS / AND YOUR POSSE
OF FRIENDS / YOU ALL MAKE UP RULES / AND THE FUN
NEVER ENDS

but still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air / you
look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there / and
still water stales a soft summer breeze / you cling to your
hopes while you drop to your knees / There's no substance!


ONCE YOU CONVINCE YOURSELF / THE UNIVERSE FALLS
INTO PLACE / YOU'VE GOT YOUR IDEAS / AND YOUR POSSE
OF FRIENDS / YOU ALL MAKE UP RULES / AND THE FUN
NEVER ENDS

but still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air / you
look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there / and still
water stales a soft summer breeze / you cling to your hopes
while you drop to your knees

There's no substance!

 

[barbarin]

Raise Your Voice

Raise Your Voice

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 a lot on your head / And nobody's gonna pay
attention when you are dead

So: fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice!

It's the primary rule, you gotta wanna be fooled / It's our
daunted restraint that keeps us silent in shame / It's our nature
to be adversarial and free / Our evolution didn't hinge
on passivity

fa fa fafa fa fa fafa Raise Your Voice!

 

[barbarin]

Sowing The Seeds Of Utopia

Sowing The Seeds Of Utopia

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 and watch the world go around / From your
pseudo-benevolent vantage point / While we who've been left
to pick up after you / Try our best to make some sense for
those who / come next

Now what have you done to foster the truth / Besides just hide
the lies? / Besides just hide the lies?

A selfish campaign never justifies the gain / But the means are
verified / Yeah the means are verified

And you sit there and insist you are right! / From your
popular psychological podium / While those who rely and
depend on you / They wilt because you don't accept we need /
Each other

While sowing the seeds of Utopia, / you invoked a
convenient amnesia / You forgot how to care, you forgot how
to provide, / you forgot how to work towards a meaningful life

 

[barbarin]

The Hippy Killers

The Hippy Killers

Our apocalypse 1981 / Teenage vagrants lookin' 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 bones / Pocked flesh and
malicious bones / Creatures sustained by desire, heart, and
soul / Nothing to leave and nowhere to go / We were / The
hippy killers

Good days during horrible times / Overused bodies, neglected
minds / Shoulder to shoulder we formed as one The next
miserable generation / We were / The hippy killers

 

[barbarin]

The State Of The End of The Millennium Address

The State Of The End of The Millennium Address

Neighbors, 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 government body
shown so much concern for the economic well-being of its
subjects. Today we have insulated you from countless factions
who threaten your financial viability; such as the poor; the
idealistic foreigners still clinging to their childish notions of
social welfare; why, you're even kept uninformed of useless
propagandist journalism that reports alleged violations of
human rights (we all know they wouldn't have been punished
if they hadn't been doing something WRONG!!). And who
better to dispense such blatantly evident factoids but a self-
appointed authority like myself?

Acid rain is a thing of the past... too many possible causes,
too little significance for our modern thinking public, besides
industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyway, who
needs those narrow minded laborers anyway too many
mouths to feed, and too much burden on the payroll! Who
needs 'em here in the land of the free-time. Some other ass-
backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its
uneducated children.

The internet has expanded our ability to pacify average
Americans better than ever by offering fantastical adventures
to every corner of the imagination. Your home office is the
window to your world, and the heart of your social life. Such
reclusive behavior helps clear the roads and public works from
overburden like the lower-middle class and others who
depend shamelessly on their government. Today you are freer
than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it!

Remember, the first word in USA is US! / We have arrived
neighbors, we are the privileged elite!

 

[barbarin]

The Voracious March of Godliness

The Voracious March of Godliness

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 there

Motives are translucent in the reflection of shame / The actions
ghostly remnants of our ancestral ways / And unwittingly, you
just take your place in this parade / The voracious march of
godliness makes us all the same anyway

Since the dawn of our human family / There's been concentrated
sepsis blowing in the breeze / And we turned on each other
with ferocity / Desperation, forced, without reprieve

But the missions were misguided and the trammeled led
astray / The air resounds with thunder as the victors seized
the day / And the haunting voice of history lives ignored but
not betrayed / The voracious march of godliness will get us
close to heaven one day

 

[barbarin]

Mediocre Minds

Mediocre Minds

Look around the country, an abundance you'll find of /
mediocre minds / Sift through the fodder as sane justice
declines because of / mediocre minds / Shrouded undercover,
the most flamboyant guise hides a / mediocre mind / You got
yours but you can never bend mine with you / mediocre
minds

When they cry foul you had better watch out because you
never know which aptitude they're griping about / Don't act too
smart for their stenoscopic ways / You'll be discarded away

Reason's not to be what the privileged define with their /
mediocre minds / So many sighted people act so helplessly
blind from their / mediocre minds

If you want attention then you'll be asked to bend but the
surest insurrection is enlightenment / Then you can live outside
inharmoniously without friends / an enemy

They wanna keep me locked away / 'Cuz I've an overactive
brain / Leaders, presidents and the nightly news guys cater to
mediocre minds / Reason's not to be what the privileged define
with their / mediocre minds / You got yours but you can never
bend mine with your / mediocre minds / The only natural thing
that I really despise are / mediocre minds

 

[barbarin]

Victims Of The Revolution

Victims Of The Revolution

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't forget / The dance of neglect / The march for
empowering prosperity / The pain from loss and want for mere
lucidity / Just maternal residue, and I was there too / And
maybe so were you

But don't forget / the dance of neglect / the craving for
community that never was met / the longing for status and the
overture of regret

with no one to deter, pathetically unsure / Forgetting
who they were

 

[barbarin]

Strange Denial

Strange Denial

A mutinous enemy carved a nascent country / Sweat, blood,
and valor / Forms the grit of our history

Bequeathed to everyone: / Chance and free expression /
Substance was restrained / And the spirit was broken

I feel a strange denial / Rhythmic as change / Constant as time
/ Lonely / Insistent whispers / Somber as a wave bye bye

Searching for solutions, without constitution / Blackcoats by our
sides / Promising salvation / Advocating Dogma as tickets to
hereafter / Mortals in their prime / With their desperate hands
in the air

Daunting / Complex and burning / Rhythmic as change /
Constant as time / Conflicts / Craving approval / Weighted as
a murder trial / Oh I feel a strange denial

Correct is consensus / Everything else, nonsense / Forward is
the hope / Forget recompense / Peace and tranquility is only
for the wealthy / Dearth for the masses / And inequality

I feel a strange denial / Rhythmic is change / Constant as time /
Lonely / Insistent whispers / Dissipating in the night / Like a
lone forgotten light

And no one is helping me / It's a strange denial