Tekster:
Bad Religion New Maps Of Hell

Lacerate, eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate, repudiate, ameliorate, adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom

Back in '83, a man came to me And he told me, "Son Our way of life is done" But I was only young With an eye to the fields Speculators and yields rotten

came to him You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin The women wished him well (Women wished him well) Every time he cast off marching to hell

Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears And lonely eyes look way beyond your years Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? Your lips turn blue and you're

run Like the blood red path of the western sun, oh yeah The prodigal son is waiting, waiting for his moment to come Well, hell no, don't look at me Can

Dedication is the price you pay Initiated are coddled and caged Before you walk, as soon as you crawl Hope is pointless when you're stuck in the trawl

: Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate We all fall down, all fall down Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate The wisdom found, wisdom found

: Oratory of hope and glory a whisper and a rhyme An effigy, a soldier out of time Citizen and patriot you can't be far behind The funeral is weighting

: I know I'm part of something greater than myself Don't know the meaning of it but I hope that matters less I don't know anything when I'm factored