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The Devil in Stitches
hey angels fall down without warning
cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
she had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes
and nothing you could say would get to her
so don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
I can strum twice and make it all go away
we'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
and let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
because the devil in stitches only has his fun
performing for the chosen one
we can run
She was living on the edge of a knife
his head was filled with restless ghosts
it's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
she said darling "I love you madly"
black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
prayin' for a song to save her life
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
and let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
while devil in stitches goes and has his fun
performing for the chosen one
we can run
wild in the street like a formal procession of love and deceit
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses
I know he drove her out out to the brink
that's where they stood and looked down
right then he made a decision
that's where they made a division
declaring war on the weather
a reckless pact with forever
so come on sing hallelujah
come on and sing it
right now
hey angels fall down without warning
cherry lipstick on their teeth and all dangerous curves
she had a bullet proof mind and big pawn shop eyes
and nothing you could say would get to her
so don't look homeward angel from that rumble seat
I can strum twice and make it all go away
we'll tap every last drop until that beating stops
and let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
because the devil in stitches only has his fun
performing for the chosen one
we can run
She was living on the edge of a knife
his head was filled with restless ghosts
it's so easy to love a bringer of destruction
she said darling "I love you madly"
black tear stained cheeks behind her shattered window
prayin' for a song to save her life
I had a paperback crime running straight down my spine
and let the devil come join us dancing
Across the yellow sun
We'll run
while devil in stitches goes and has his fun
performing for the chosen one
we can run
wild in the street like a formal procession of love and deceit
I will carry you home like a bride from the wreckage
here's your punch drunk cupid knocked clean out of his senses
I know he drove her out out to the brink
that's where they stood and looked down
right then he made a decision
that's where they made a division
declaring war on the weather
a reckless pact with forever
so come on sing hallelujah
come on and sing it
right now
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Pride and the Pallor
Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed.
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from the family.
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day.
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. So bewildered when he finally ran away.
Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace.
Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s
charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
“Get me out of here, someone’s got to save the day.” The children are reminded to do it for the
daddy’s sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away.
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
It’s just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. Still, the
pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays.
Papa had a wife and kids he kept them on a leash and he bid them all to do his every deed.
When he was a kid he was treated just the same so he hid his feelings from the family.
Lost as an island out at sea, resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
Junior resented the tradition they upheld and it ate him up inside most every day.
Silence was golden and they kept him to his word. So bewildered when he finally ran away.
Oh, obligations never cease. Oblivious of the ways to give his soul some peace.
Yeah, Papa and his family always on parade. Passing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s
charade. But time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. But the
pride and the pallor continue to swell. And the matron silently prays.
“Get me out of here, someone’s got to save the day.” The children are reminded to do it for the
daddy’s sake. And happiness is ever so far, far away.
Yeah, lost as an island out at sea. Resistant to the gentle waves of empathy.
Papa and his family always on parade. Tearing through the turnstiles, a weekender’s charade.
It’s just a sick calamity that fatherhood made, but time will tell, as their world crumbles to hell.
What they created was a family story no one will tell. It’s a photo album too terrible. Still, the
pride and the pallor continue to swell as the matron silently prays.
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Wrong Way Kids
stop them from shimmering away
on blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
the wrong way kids were something more than friends
navigating a sprawl without end
Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids
The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
with nobody to look up to because they're looking up to us
just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
wanderers to nowhere at all
Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids
stop them from shimmering away
on blank sidewalk glittering asphalt somewhere summer days
the wrong way kids were something more than friends
navigating a sprawl without end
Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids
The kids today are gone away petitioning the dust
with nobody to look up to because they're looking up to us
just misfit melancholy dregs gone lost in the mall
wanderers to nowhere at all
Did you ever want to take bad advice
did you ever want to go and take it twice
do you remember when the world began to put up its thorny fence
right you are my friend
so what’s wrong with them
there go the wrong way kids
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
singing whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
whoa oh whoa oh whoa oh ohhhh
and they call them the wrong way kids
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Meeting of the Minds
In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise. The truth is only
ever relied on that which we agree and abide.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
In old Tennessee, the last century. All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we
should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
There’s a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be. And the halcyon fields
of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary.
Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied. No longer will
the market decide what the government should provide.
At the meeting of the minds. Sign of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We
all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
In 325, the Council devised a set of sacred testaments, transparent and wise. The truth is only
ever relied on that which we agree and abide.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
In old Tennessee, the last century. All scopes were fixed on legal tricks and whether or not we
should teach kids natural philosophy, despite uncomfortable verity.
At the meeting of the minds. Reading of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives.
We all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
There’s a beacon that shines in the night, a dark pitch though it may be. And the halcyon fields
of opportunity turn out to be consensual and arbitrary.
Today on my ride I witnessed a guy complaining about how a so-and-so had lied. No longer will
the market decide what the government should provide.
At the meeting of the minds. Sign of the times. Open the blinds. To our complicated lives. We
all need some kind of creed to lead us to light.
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Someone to Believe
Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay as your mind, left behind, lost another day.
But finally there’s someone to believe.
Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page and then
finally there’s someone to believe. And now you walk with confidence and ease.
And there’s no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees.
Who, what, or where made you change your mind? Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cuz you’ve seen a
sign. And now finally there’s someone to believe.
Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best. And then
finally there’s someone to believe. And now you have a purpose to perceive.
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn’t even need.
No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn. But then finally there’s someone to believe.
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there’s someone to believe. And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter’s sleep.
Finally, there’s someone to believe.
Dark, frozen, hibernation held at bay as your mind, left behind, lost another day.
But finally there’s someone to believe.
Anti-social boredom is all the rage but the time comes when you gotta turn the page and then
finally there’s someone to believe. And now you walk with confidence and ease.
And there’s no call to sell your soul or confess or drop down to your knees.
Who, what, or where made you change your mind? Doesn’t matter anymore ‘cuz you’ve seen a
sign. And now finally there’s someone to believe.
Searching for the answer’s a lonely quest but the act is liable to bring out your best. And then
finally there’s someone to believe. And now you have a purpose to perceive.
And you find out the baggage that you discarded, you didn’t even need.
No one can deny a return to form irrespective of the morass, shame, and scorn. But then finally there’s someone to believe.
Ready to emerge and direct your fate as the self-determination radiates because finally there’s someone to believe. And now you walk with confidence and ease
And it feels like the spring equinox after a long winter’s sleep.
Finally, there’s someone to believe.
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Avalon
As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea.
Hey, we’re brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we’re smarter than, or what we’re meant to be.
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl.
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains. While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul.
And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise. But the
truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.
And it’s no . . . it’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move
along and find your Avalon.
So now the day races from the twilight. How the fields are enveloped by the shade. And the story
that you’ll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.
And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is dead and gone. It’s best to move
along and find your Avalon. It’s best to hurry on and find your Avalon.
As the sun comes creeping up the mountain and the wind blows over from the sea.
Hey, we’re brought into this land like tiny particles of sand, unsure of who we’re smarter than, or what we’re meant to be.
Oh the grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and collect like their victims in the bowl.
The ungodly force of change erodes all sense of earthly gains. While tending to the mundane will terrorize your soul.
And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move along and find your Avalon.
Well, I wish that I could tell you it was easy, just take the paved road right to paradise. But the
truth is my friend, the pain and suffering never ends. Make amends with medicine, amnesia, and lies.
The grains sift coarsely through the hour glass and they pound like boulders on the brain.
All those things you did for fun, never hurting anyone, careless shadows in the sun, just empty and lame.
And it’s no . . . it’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is old and gone. It’s best to move
along and find your Avalon.
So now the day races from the twilight. How the fields are enveloped by the shade. And the story
that you’ll tell, inventory of your well, crack the shell and find the mortar silted and decayed.
And it’s no! It’s no use thinking that you’re wrong. The past is dead and gone. It’s best to move
along and find your Avalon. It’s best to hurry on and find your Avalon.
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Cyanide
well let me bend your ear
because I'm never really there
when shadows turns to light
and hope into despair
there was an only one
but the broody skies above
brought down a shameful stain
and not a single drop of cleaning rain
let me say
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Well in this world of things
one of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
but not without a cost
down a lonely street
it was our destiny to meet
nobody asked you twice
we found purchase then with no requite - nothing nice
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
and have you worshiped our invention
I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
because the road to you is paved with good intentions
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
well let me bend your ear
because I'm never really there
when shadows turns to light
and hope into despair
there was an only one
but the broody skies above
brought down a shameful stain
and not a single drop of cleaning rain
let me say
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Well in this world of things
one of them is lost
I've been it in my dreams
but not without a cost
down a lonely street
it was our destiny to meet
nobody asked you twice
we found purchase then with no requite - nothing nice
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Would you believe in something good that's so wrong
and have you worshiped our invention
I've paid my debt in coin and sweat with trifling hesitation
because the road to you is paved with good intentions
oh oh well there's no place left to hide
oh oh from the loneliness inside
the road to you is paved right through with bloody good intentions
and missin' you is like kissin'
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
Cyanide
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Turn Your Back On Me
I've been searching for so long
now the search party is gone
won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong
we started out so strong
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
we're the same as far as I can see
so come on turn your back on me
If I could I would stand outside myself
And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else
If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end?
or do the ends justify themselves?
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
we're the same as far as I can see
so come on turn your back on me
I've been searching for so long
now the search party is gone
won't somebody tell me what the hell went wrong
we started out so strong
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
we're the same as far as I can see
so come on turn your back on me
If I could I would stand outside myself
And pretend that I was looking back at somebody else
If I could do it again would I merely defend it all to the end?
or do the ends justify themselves?
I never wanted to hurt you
I didn't plan to desert you
I couldn't possibly express how much I care
So turn your back on me
Come on turn your back on me
To survive turn your back on me
we're the same as far as I can see
so come on turn your back on me
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Ad Hominem
See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand.
Somebody’s gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command.
But it’s a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam.
And if you don’t have a penny, why should I give a damn?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don’t have a dime.
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity.
Well there’s no Great Depression and there’s no Great Society.
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free.
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
I’m just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale. A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail.
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs from the people
that you don’t like?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
See all people in Afghanistan praying to the gods and living in the sand.
Somebody’s gonna have to set them free, nobody hears the call or command.
But it’s a long way to Harlem, and a long stretch to the king of Siam.
And if you don’t have a penny, why should I give a damn?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
See all the suckers in the handout line living on scraps and they don’t have a dime.
Waiting for endless charity devoid of any sense of posterity.
Well there’s no Great Depression and there’s no Great Society.
And only few go to heaven, all the rest are damned and free.
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
I’m just a soft-cover version of a much harder tale. A walking resemblance of ruts in the trail.
Is it possible to divide your ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs. Ideas and beliefs from the people
that you don’t like?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am?
Ad Hominem. You think you’re better than I am.
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Where The Fun Is
smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
in the place where no one knows me by my name
where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
and fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain
This is where the fun is
this is where the fun is
In the shadow of the valley
where the nights are warm
we will fear no evil
when we get things done
tap in - into the vain
we'll road trip & raise Cain
down on the nickel
with a flame in the rain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
so jump in - into the frame
we're laughin' to hide the pain
it's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
smacked back tarmac stars are scars of fame
in the place where no one knows me by my name
where tar pit drips its drilled out vein
and fashion trips on tangled skein
If you need to slake that aching in your brain
This is where the fun is
this is where the fun is
In the shadow of the valley
where the nights are warm
we will fear no evil
when we get things done
tap in - into the vain
we'll road trip & raise Cain
down on the nickel
with a flame in the rain
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
so jump in - into the frame
we're laughin' to hide the pain
it's not a riddle we're all a little, a little amazed
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
This is where the fun is
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I Won't Say Anything
He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
so I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
don't you know us animals need something to do
then I flew
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
and I said ain’t it funny that machines need a ghost
he made a toast
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
and I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
then he screamed
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
He looked just like a zookeeper in a human zoo
so I said hey man how the hell did they get to you
don't you know us animals need something to do
then I flew
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
I took my mean machine to the sacramental post
some kid had spilled his wine on the holiest host
and I said ain’t it funny that machines need a ghost
he made a toast
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
riding to the cemetery in a righteous limousine
I plied the grim proprietor with milk and tangerines
and I said so you're short but are you brutish and mean
then he screamed
that's when he said
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won't say anything
hey, I can't deny it, but I won’t say anything
unless you ask it right
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
True North
Unrepentant vagabond.
Plot the new coordinates and cast the map aside.
Now I gotta ramble on,
Navigate the pitfalls and cross the great divide.
The mapmaker's legend has direction and a key.
He set the declination, but what good is it to me?
I can't see the rationality.
The world's not my responsibility.
And happiness isn't there for me,
But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
When I find true north.
With or without a friend.
Keep searching till the end.
Testing fate and cheating death.
No one ever told me it was gonna be like this.
Contemplate the randomness.
When the mind is willing, it gets downright perilous.
Overburdened, underwhelmed, their ethical decrees.
That's your moral compass, but what good is it to me?
I can't see the rationality.
The world's not my responsibility.
And happiness isn't there for me,
But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
When I find true north.
With or without a friend.
Keep searching till the end.
When I find true north.
Unrepentant vagabond.
Plot the new coordinates and cast the map aside.
Now I gotta ramble on,
Navigate the pitfalls and cross the great divide.
The mapmaker's legend has direction and a key.
He set the declination, but what good is it to me?
I can't see the rationality.
The world's not my responsibility.
And happiness isn't there for me,
But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
When I find true north.
With or without a friend.
Keep searching till the end.
Testing fate and cheating death.
No one ever told me it was gonna be like this.
Contemplate the randomness.
When the mind is willing, it gets downright perilous.
Overburdened, underwhelmed, their ethical decrees.
That's your moral compass, but what good is it to me?
I can't see the rationality.
The world's not my responsibility.
And happiness isn't there for me,
But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
When I find true north.
With or without a friend.
Keep searching till the end.
When I find true north.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Past Is Dead
Solemn regret.
Transgressions fill my head.
A measure of success
Is how well to forget.
And the past is dead.
Strewn about the battlefield of life are the remainders of history.
When convenient, we exalt them and pay them such respect,
As if we're all in an equivalent trajectory.
And trash piles high in the rubble we forgot.
The angels of our nature just sit and watch it rot.
Now the past is dead.
Let's focus on tomorrow instead.
Oh, the tragic present said, the past is dead.
Who can say what constitutes the most important sector of society
When the dominant portion seek an instant gratification
And are proud of intellectual poverty?
I'd like to be empathetic but I can't.
The jeopardy, too great to make a stand.
Now the past is dead.
Good deeds won't help you get ahead.
Yeah, the modern signpost read, the past is dead.
My next great decision is just lying in wait.
The action might turn out to be the world's most grievous mistake.
Yeah, the past is dead.
More veritable words have never been read.
Oh, the tragic present said, the past is dead.
Solemn regret.
Transgressions fill my head.
A measure of success
Is how well to forget.
And the past is dead.
Strewn about the battlefield of life are the remainders of history.
When convenient, we exalt them and pay them such respect,
As if we're all in an equivalent trajectory.
And trash piles high in the rubble we forgot.
The angels of our nature just sit and watch it rot.
Now the past is dead.
Let's focus on tomorrow instead.
Oh, the tragic present said, the past is dead.
Who can say what constitutes the most important sector of society
When the dominant portion seek an instant gratification
And are proud of intellectual poverty?
I'd like to be empathetic but I can't.
The jeopardy, too great to make a stand.
Now the past is dead.
Good deeds won't help you get ahead.
Yeah, the modern signpost read, the past is dead.
My next great decision is just lying in wait.
The action might turn out to be the world's most grievous mistake.
Yeah, the past is dead.
More veritable words have never been read.
Oh, the tragic present said, the past is dead.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Robin Hood In Reverse
Here's the church; there's the steeple.
Open up the door; corporations are people.
Wait, what did he say?
What the fuck did he say?
It couldn't last; they had to crash.
Some parties are just made that way.
But when the bell rings, the boys will sing,
Swing low sweet precariat.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
Citizens united. I was excited.
(When the kids are united, they can never be divided.)
But that was yesterday.
There's a brand new sham today.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
Oh yeah.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
Here's the church; there's the steeple.
Open up the door; corporations are people.
Wait, what did he say?
What the fuck did he say?
It couldn't last; they had to crash.
Some parties are just made that way.
But when the bell rings, the boys will sing,
Swing low sweet precariat.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
Citizens united. I was excited.
(When the kids are united, they can never be divided.)
But that was yesterday.
There's a brand new sham today.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
Oh yeah.
Let's say we try to get this right,
Said the plutocrat to Jesus Christ.
And when the old fox, fearing the worst,
Made his entrance in a hearse,
Then the nine in black robes all went berserk.
Oh yeah.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
This is a tale of Robin Hood in reverse.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Land Of Endless Greed
I don't really care what other people may say.
I've gotta go on living my life anyway.
Everything is golden; everything's for sale.
I'm done with unsubstantiated fairytales.
But out here in the lap of luxury,
Unlimited guarantee for your insatiable need,
In the land of endless greed.
In the emerald forest, hear a nasty sound.
The big rigs and the miners come and shake the ground.
On the field of plenty, the grazers gather round
To watch the game of supply and demand go down.
But out here in the lap of luxury,
Unlimited guarantee for your insatiable need,
In the land of endless greed.
I don't really care what other people may say.
I've gotta go on living my life anyway.
The poor don't have to struggle in dismal poverty.
Anyone can be the way they wanna be.
Out here in the lap of luxury,
Fortune bears no scrutiny.
What you want is all you need
In the land of endless greed.
I don't really care what other people may say.
I've gotta go on living my life anyway.
Everything is golden; everything's for sale.
I'm done with unsubstantiated fairytales.
But out here in the lap of luxury,
Unlimited guarantee for your insatiable need,
In the land of endless greed.
In the emerald forest, hear a nasty sound.
The big rigs and the miners come and shake the ground.
On the field of plenty, the grazers gather round
To watch the game of supply and demand go down.
But out here in the lap of luxury,
Unlimited guarantee for your insatiable need,
In the land of endless greed.
I don't really care what other people may say.
I've gotta go on living my life anyway.
The poor don't have to struggle in dismal poverty.
Anyone can be the way they wanna be.
Out here in the lap of luxury,
Fortune bears no scrutiny.
What you want is all you need
In the land of endless greed.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Fuck You
Everybody needs a slogan in their pocket or two.
It never hurts to have a strategy you can go to.
Sometimes I have no sense at all.
As most flawed men are won't to do,
Just say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
You can even get cerebral if you want to.
Make a radical assessment that sticks like glue.
Sometimes it takes no thought at all.
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
The reaction it brings, just one of those things.
Your friends might not want you around.
If the impulse is right, you might get in a fight,
Even though you can't hold your ground.
But all rest assured; sometimes just a word
Is the most satisfying sound, yeah.
Sometimes it makes no sense at all.
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
Just say fuck you. Whatcha gonna do
With that attitude? Just say fuck you.
Everybody needs a slogan in their pocket or two.
It never hurts to have a strategy you can go to.
Sometimes I have no sense at all.
As most flawed men are won't to do,
Just say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
You can even get cerebral if you want to.
Make a radical assessment that sticks like glue.
Sometimes it takes no thought at all.
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
The reaction it brings, just one of those things.
Your friends might not want you around.
If the impulse is right, you might get in a fight,
Even though you can't hold your ground.
But all rest assured; sometimes just a word
Is the most satisfying sound, yeah.
Sometimes it makes no sense at all.
The easiest thing to do
Is say fuck you. Pavlovian rude.
A menace too. Pay homage to
Your bad attitude.
Just say fuck you. Whatcha gonna do
With that attitude? Just say fuck you.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Dharma And The Bomb
Wasted days and cigarettes.
Cracked cement and palms.
Bodhidharma has gone fission
With your vedic mom.
Yeah, the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie
And she's armed with a borrowed polka-dot bikini, oh yeah.
Tomorrow's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
The shallows seem evangelical
When you're slammed up against a wall.
And you're stoked to watch all creation
Go over the falls.
Yeah, Kali is coming and you'd better believe it.
That girl's got the atom and the bhagavad ghita, oh yeah.
Samsara's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Wasted days and cigarettes.
Cracked cement and palms.
Bodhidharma has gone fission
With your vedic mom.
Yeah, the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie
And she's armed with a borrowed polka-dot bikini, oh yeah.
Tomorrow's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
The shallows seem evangelical
When you're slammed up against a wall.
And you're stoked to watch all creation
Go over the falls.
Yeah, Kali is coming and you'd better believe it.
That girl's got the atom and the bhagavad ghita, oh yeah.
Samsara's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Hello Cruel World
I can't stop the way I feel,
But I can penetrate your religion with a nail.
You are mine and we are twine.
When we radiate in waves together, everything is fine.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Do you ever think about me?
I can feel so alone with you right here.
And yet, I turn to you for comfort in my despair.
You are dust and I am bone.
And I will love your endless gaze of madness until I turn to stone.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I know you are my everything.
Please forgive me.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I've made a mess of everything.
I can't stop the way I feel,
But I can penetrate your religion with a nail.
You are mine and we are twine.
When we radiate in waves together, everything is fine.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Do you ever think about me?
I can feel so alone with you right here.
And yet, I turn to you for comfort in my despair.
You are dust and I am bone.
And I will love your endless gaze of madness until I turn to stone.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I know you are my everything.
Please forgive me.
Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.
I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I've made a mess of everything.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
Vanity
I'll strike it if I don't like it.
Gimme a club and I will have myself a riot.
I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder
And I'm getting bolder.
Let's deny and defame.
Let's destroy and recreate in our glorious name,
And when the joke of our centrality is upon us,
Grovel and decry
Our vanity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity,
In a world that mocks our tragedy.
Hyper-aware and impaired.
Terrified by nature's mocking stare.
Yearning for significance beyond our animal ken,
On which we do depend.
Such vanity.
Isolated with our own inanity.
Entangled by our callow gravity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity.
I'll strike it if I don't like it.
Gimme a club and I will have myself a riot.
I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder
And I'm getting bolder.
Let's deny and defame.
Let's destroy and recreate in our glorious name,
And when the joke of our centrality is upon us,
Grovel and decry
Our vanity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity,
In a world that mocks our tragedy.
Hyper-aware and impaired.
Terrified by nature's mocking stare.
Yearning for significance beyond our animal ken,
On which we do depend.
Such vanity.
Isolated with our own inanity.
Entangled by our callow gravity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity.
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Re: Bad Religion - Testovi pesama
In Their Hearts Is Right
There's something pathetic in the world today
And I don't know how it all began.
As if all the shame and punishment
Will finally make me understand.
A word means nothing wanting action.
Intentions are valuable as deeds.
And a wound can dog you for a lifetime,
Unless it only makes you bleed.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
I'm just a termite on an ant hill.
I think about it every single day.
A senseless being lacking inspiration,
Just waiting to be blown away.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
There's something pathetic in the world today
And I don't know how it all began.
As if all the shame and punishment
Will finally make me understand.
A word means nothing wanting action.
Intentions are valuable as deeds.
And a wound can dog you for a lifetime,
Unless it only makes you bleed.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
I'm just a termite on an ant hill.
I think about it every single day.
A senseless being lacking inspiration,
Just waiting to be blown away.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.
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