Tekster:
Bad Religion

So... You've given it all you can And your life is in the garbage can And you say you're tired and dry 'cause your mind won't let you cry So you hang

Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have-not together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat

England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar Until one day I saw how miserable things really are All fantastic images they only are apparent

This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances So meaningless and vain The walking wounded In a pageant of contenders Who balance

My mommy's on valium, she's so ineffectual Yeah, I tried to tell you about no control But now I really don't know And then you told me how bad you had

I don't need to be a global citizen 'Cause I'm blessed by nationality I'm a member of a growing populace We enforce our popularity There are things that

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

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

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