Bad Religion is:
- Greg Graffin: vocals and harmonies
- Jay Bentley: bass guitar
- Mr. Brett: lead and rhythm guitar
- Greg Hetson: lead and rhythm guitar
- Pete Finestone: drums
1: You Are (The Government) (1:19)
2: 1,000 More Fools (1:34)
3: How Much Is Enough? (1:22)
4: When? (1:38)
5: I Give You Nothing (Tom Clement...) (2:00)
6: Land of Competition (2:04)
7: Forbidden Beat (1:53)
8: Best For You (1:57)
9: Suffer (1:45)
10: Delirium of Disorder (1:37)
11: Part II (The Numbers Game) (1:38)
12: What Can You Do? (2:44)
13: Do What You Want (1:05)
14: Part IV (The Index Fossil) (2:04)
15: Pessimistic Lines (1:07)
1: You Are (The Government)
Hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong. Eradicate
but vindicate as "progress" creeps along. Puritan work ethic maintains
its subconscious edge As Old Glory maintains your consciousness. There's
a loser in the house, and a puppet on the stool, And a crowded way of life,
and a black reflecting pool, And as the people bend, the moral fabric dies,
The country can't pretend to ignore its people's cries. You are the government.
You are jurisprudence. You are the volition. You are juridiction. And I
make a difference too.
2: 1,000 More Fools
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth, Phantasmal myriads
of sane bucolic birth. I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes,
Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the Flies. So what does it mean when your
mind starts to stray? Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way. Brother
you'd better get down on your knees and pay. 1,000 more fools are being
born every fucking day. They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way,
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day. The masses are
obsequious, contented in their sleep. The vortex of their minds ensconsed
within the murky deep. So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscoping images of love on the way. Brother you'd better get down
on your knees and pay. 1,000 more fools are being born every fucking day.
3: How Much is Enough?
Tell me can the hateful chain be broken? Production and consumption define
our hollow lives. Avarice has led us 'cross the ocean, Toward a land that's
better, much more bountiful and wide. When will mankind finally come to
realize His surfeit has become his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself?
That quantity is known today, as we blow ourselves away. Tell me is there
anything so sure? Rapacity, tenacity, capacity for more! Like a dog that
feeds until he suffers, The infirmity of man is brough on by his selfish
cure. When will mankind finally come to realize His surfeit has become
his demise? How much is enough to kill yourself? That quantity is known
today, as we blow ourselves away.
4: When?
I've seen a lot of things in five years. I struggle just to hold back the
tears. But everyfuckingwhere I go, I see the pathos that I know Will spell
the termination of us all. Someone's got to tell me, do you see That everything
around you has a hidden tragedy? Seeds of happiness have never Found a
place to grow, And our generation doesn't know. When, when will you try
To change the logarithmic face of kissing things goodbye? When, when will
you know That human life is so short and death is oh so slow? I've tried
to make things make sense but I can't. I'm happy just to watch them all
and laugh. And if you think you've got it made, Just revel in your selfish
ways, 'Cuz when the world stops turning so will you! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
5: I Give You Nothing/Tom Clement...
Hey, everybody's looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption
and the dishonesty. Think about the times and places you've never known,
You're a man-swarm atom and yet you're alone, So I give you me, I give
you nothing! I give you me, I give you nothing! So you got a place that
you can call all your own, But you make a habit of carrying the stone.
Look around and ask someone if you are alive, You're a sidewalk cipher
speaking prionic jive, So I give you me, I give you nothing! I give you
me, I give you nothing! Respectable, despicable, it seems all the same.
Now we realize that we have nothing to say. If your reserve is weak, audacity
complete. Ask yourself again, "Do I deserve much from them?" No! Hey, everybody's
looking but they never can see, All the angst, corruption and the dishonesty.
Look around and ask someone if you are alive, You're a sidewalk cipher
speaking prionic jive, So I give you me, I give you nothing! I said I give
you me, I give you nothing!
6: Land of Competition
See there's a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home. Next
there's a boy who seems so lost in his joy, he's all alone. The camera's
on them, they're in the land of competition. Southern California air feeds
them. And they know they are best 'cuz of the way they are dressed, But
you can bet you are not welcome in their home. See there's a girl who sits
and watches the world from her blue screen. Also a boy who truly wants
to destroy his hometown scene. They both want to travel to the land of
competition. Southern California will destroy them, And they won't be the
best, they'll be the poseurs who dress Like the plastic idiots who they
copy. Tell me what do you need to make you happy? Indeed, is it out of
your reach? Beware of number one, see all the damage it has done, there
are so few of them. You won't find to many in the land of competition.
Southern California doesn't breed them. If you just want the best turn
to yourself for the rest And forget about the ones who "have it all." Be
careful of the ones who "have it all." Be careful of the ones who "have
it all." Forget about the ones who "have it all."
7: Forbidden Beat
There was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones.
He sought extrication through chemical vocation and now he answers to Jones.
It's deadly and alluring, the sound of pounding heat, Enslaving all who
dare succumb to the temptations of the forbidden beat. Thinking today of
what I want to say, thinking of inhibition and vice. What they call straight
I do relegate as I cautiously saltate along. It's deadly and alluring,
the sound of pounding heat, Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations
of the forbidden beat. It thunders away at first light of each day and
the simpleton lifestyle evolves But soon enters dusk as the last surrey
rusts and a new day upon us results. It's deadly and alluring, the sound
of pounding heat, Enslaving all who dare succumb to the temptations of
the forbidden beat. Forbidden Beat (x6)
8: Best For You
Above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth. We're somewhere in the
middle, and we're all discontent too. Is someone watching over you? Inside
they know what's best for you. Judgment's not tomorrow, its today (yes
now it's here). But no it isn't Jesus, take a look at all your peers. They're
all looking down on you. Inside they know what's best for you... Everybody
knows what's best for you (x8)
9: Suffer
Did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? The lunatic, the hypocrite,
are all lost in the fray. Can't you see their lives are just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed,
eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. The
businessman whose master plan controls the world each day Is blind to indications
of his species' slow decay. Can't you see his life is just like yours?
An unturned stone, an undiscovered Door leading to the gift of hope renewed,
eternity for you. The masses of humanity have always had to suffer. People
blow their minds (they choose to resign) This deformed society is part
of the design. It'll never go away (it's in the cards that way). The masses
of humanity have always, always had to suffer! A door leading to the gift
of hope renewed, eternity for you. The masses of humanity, still clinging
to their dignity, The masses of humanity will always have to suffer. Always
have to suffer.
10: Delirium of Disorder
Delirium of Disorder (x2) Life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains,
Resolving itself into works. Chaos is the score upon which reality is written,
The timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde. Delirium Delirium of disorder
Yeah! I am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea Without direction or a reason
to exist. The anechoic nebula rotating in my brain Is persuading me, contritely,
to persist. Delirium of disorder (x8)
11: Part II (The Numbers Game)
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10) It's superficial progress, they call it
liberation. With opiates of silicon, Big Brother schemes to rule the nation.
We're one nation under God, we stand above the rest; With mighty high technology,
we're never second best. Our specialty is infiltration! Prepare yourself
for subjugation, Victory through domination. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6) The trepidatious
throngs all fears the big eye in the sky. The government observes them
with their own electric eye. We're one nation under God, we stand above
the rest; With mighty high technology, we're never second best. Our specialty
is infiltration! Prepare yourself for subjugation. Automatons, illiterates,
and indigents of every shape and size Don't stop but aid this cruel crusade,
participate in their own demise. We're one nation under God, we stand above
the rest; With mighty high technology, we're never second best. Our specialty
is infiltration! So pack your bags you third-world nation, Victory through
domination.
12: What Can You Do?
So you waste another day getting older and gray in the head, And you're
hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead. There are
other folks in power so you kick back and get farther behind, And although
the world rotates itself the only thing you twist is your mind. You see,
the world's falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly, the leaders can't
make any sense of it. You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone
else's fool, But oh, what can you do? "Yeah you waste your time with losers
if you get stuck in a rock-n-roll band." Do you find it more rewarding
to compete with morons throughout this land? They seem to be in power so
I'll kick back and get farther behind. And I watch them as they fuck up
every good thing on this earth with their "minds." You see, the world's
falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly, the leaders can't make any
sense of it. You mean nothing to the world, we're all someone else's fool,
But oh, what can you do? Yeah you waste another day getting older and gray
in the head, And we're hearing lots of stories 'bout the happy times we
have ahead. The morons are in power so we kick back and get farther behind,
And we watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this earth with their
"minds." You see, the world's falling apart at the rifts, And surprisingly,
the leaders can't make any sense of it. We mean nothing to the world, we're
all someone else's fool, But oh, what can you do? I said, oh, what can
you do? (Go!)
13: Do What You Want
Hey do what you want, but don't do it around me. Idleness and dissipation
breed apathy. I sit on my ass all goddamn day, A misanthropic anthropoid
with nothing to Say what you must, do all you can, Break all the fucking
rules and Go to Hell with Superman and Die like a champion, yeah hey! Hey
I don't know if the billions will survive, But I'll believe in God when
1 and 1 are 5. My moniker is man and I'm rotten to the core. I'll tear
down the building just to pass through the door. So do what you must, do
all you can, Break all the fucking rules and Go to Hell with Superman and
Die like a champion, yeah hey!
14: Part IV (The Index Fossil)
We're widespread and well fed, The earth's rotating fate is in our head,
oh yeah. We're dominant and prominent, And our diety's omnipotent, oh yeah.
And immortality's in our mastermind, And we destroy everything we can find.
And tomorrow when the human clock stops and the world stops turning, We'll
be an index fossil buried in our own debris. We're listless, promiscuous,
And life to us is either hit or miss, oh yeah. We're savoir faire and debonaire
And things we do are done with pride and care, oh yeah. And immortality's
in our mastermind, And we destroy everything that we find. And tomorrow
when the human clock stops and the world stops turning, We'll be an index
fossil buried in our own debris. See, immortality's in our mastermind,
And we destroy everything that we find. And tomorrow when the human clock
stops and the world stops turning, We'll be an index fossil buried in our
own debris. In our own debris.
15: Pessimistic Lines
So here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end And we're the
only ones who can perceive it. But others sing of beauty and the story
that's unfolded As one that deserves praise and ritual. My pessimistic
lines, Your superstitious lives, And the modern age's lies won't absolve
you. And the professorial truth, And the dear clairvoyant youth, And of
course the nightly news will deceive you. (Watch out!) My pessimistic lines,
Your superstitious lives, And the modern age's lies won't absolve you.
And the professorial truth, And the dear clairvoyant youth, And of course
the nightly news will deceive you. (Let's go!)
