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Bad Religion Stranger Than Fiction

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

Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America I imagine how his

Now here I go, hope I don't break down I won't take anything, I don't need anything Don't want to exist, I can't persist Please stop before I do it again

Automatons with business suits swinging black boxes Sequestering the blueprints of daily life Contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual

head and walk away Knowing we're all in this together For such a short time anyway There is just no time to parade around sulking I would rather laugh than

Television Television Television Oh yeah, I want to bask in golden light Submerge in electric waves I need my connection to the world outside Yeah, the

The brown and orange sky holds its breath As the sun retreats to the distant horizon And our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine And

Oversættelse: Bad Religion. Stranger Than Fiction.

I'm the butt of the worst joke in history, I'm a lock without a key, a city with no door, a prayer without faith, a show without a score, I'm a bad word