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: Generator
2: Too much to ask
3: No direction
4: Tomorrow
5: Two babies in the dark
6: Heaven is falling
7: Atomic garden
8: The answer
9: Fertile crescent
10: Chimaera
11: Only entertainmentk
1: Generator
Like a rock, like a planet, Like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed
by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere I turn I've seen
it all before In book and magazines like a twitch before dying like a pornographic
sea there's a flower behind the window there's an ugly laughing man like
a hummingbird in silence like the blood on the door it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door wash me clean and I will run
until i reach the shore I've known it all along like the bone under my
skin like actors in a photograph like paper in the wind there's a hammer
by the window there's a knife on the floor like turbines in darkness like
the blood on my door it's the generator
2: Too much to ask
A refreshing plunge a drink of platable water a deep inspiration on a warm
summer day a safe stroll in the middle of the road community a neighbor
who in times of need will not turn away I ain't no politiciam I am a citizen
And I wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds community protection rehibilitation
police that serve without legitimate right to maim global aareness ecological
guilt cultural and environmental awakening I ain't no optimist I try to
be a realist and I think that we are living too far out of bounds is it
too much to ask? Could it be the world is shrinking? I can see the walls
closing in no one can take much for granted anymore remote control three
cars for every family corruption at the expense of the simple majority
a violent crash a plunder of the third world any wretched ploy that bolsters
our economy I ain't no blind supporter I'm a conscious citizen and I know
that we are living too far out of bounds is it too much to ask? can we
keep the earth from sinking? I can see the walls closing in No one can
take much for granted anymore (you better not take it for granted anymore)
I'm not taking nothing for granted anymore
3: No direction
A sullen figure walks along a dusty road his life was holy and he couldn't
bear the load he left his people and a simple life behind he raised his
torso and he looked into the sky shouting his questions looking for directions
"what do I do now?" now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray the
stresses of maturing compound every day she glances up to see her favorite
video and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes in need of affection
she craves affection her heroes offer her everyone is looking for something
and they assume somebody else knows what it is no one can live with the
decisions of their own it seems so they look to someone else to tell 'em
what to be tell 'em what to wear tell 'em what to say tell 'em how to act
and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them
a righteous student came and asked me to reflect he judged my lifestyle
ws politically incorrect I don't belive in self important folks who preach
no Bad Religion song can make your life complete you'll get no direction
from me you'll get no direction from me
4: Tomorrow
Every day we profit so leaning toward the great unknown asking how it pertains
to tomorrow aim for places we've not been trample paths that go between
yesterdays foundations and tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be
we spear ahead and forge our destiny who do they represent? who do you
belive? make a sound decision for others to heed try to set a faster pace
try to build a master race one that will make a contribution to tomorrow
it's the way they say it's got to be we put aside our fears and make history
the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall we're trying
everything we can to stop this fall evryday we profit so leaning toward
the great unknown
5: Two babies in the dark
There'a light on in the hallway so I can't understand why you hide underneath
the covers there's a baby in your womb so don't be scared tonight because
Raggedy ann is in the closet picking posies two babies in the dark like
diamonds in the sand while pap's far away making children's stories the
little one's inside so afraid to be alone she's trying to brave until the
daddy comes home so if you chance to see her please tell her it's alright
'cause everyone fights the tendency to snap sometimes it's not a matter
of being brave and strong 'cause noises in the house are terrifying I'll
put you to sleep at night like a foreign movie I'll sing you lullabies
and I'll teach you about everything and I'll only ask you one thing please
save me
6: Heaven is falling
As I walk beneath the valley I shall fear no evil for thanks to King George
and his rainbow cabinet today murder is legal God I know that it's wrong
to kill my brother for what he hasn't done and as the planes blacken the
sky it sounds like heaven is falling it sounds like heaven is falling you
promises me a new day a'dawning I've seen a thousand points of light like
so many points of hatred, shame and horror God I want to be a man but I
don't want to die with a rifle in my hand and as the planes blacken the
sky it sounds like heaven is falling it sounds like heaven is falling you
promised me a new day a'dawning well nothing here looks new to me but a
score of mothers' sons caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea
7: Atomic garden
everybody wants to dance in a playpen but nobody wants to play in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry line guess they don't get my meaning I'm
enchanted by the birds in my blossoms I'm enamored by young lovers on the
weekend I like the Fourth of July when bombs start flashing and I wish
I had a shiny red top a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up or
maybe something bigger that could really go pop! so I could make the gardening
stop come out to play come out to play and we'll pretend it's Christmas
Day in my atomic garden all my scientists are working on a deadline so
my psychologist is working day and night time they say they know what's
best for me but tehye don't know what they're doing and I'm glad I'm not
Gorbachev 'cause I'd wiggle all night like jelly in a pot at leats he's
got a garden with a fertile plot and a party that will never stop I hope
there's nothing wrong out there I'm watching from my room inside my room
8: The answer
Long ago in a dusty village full of hinger, pain and strife a man came
forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced
he had the answer and he complelled people to follow along but the hunger
never vansihed and the man was banished and the village dried up and died
at a time when wise men peered through glass tubes toward the sky the heavens
changed in predictable ways and one man was able to find that he had thought
he found the answer and he was quick to write his revelation but as they
were scutinized in his colleagues eyes he soon became a mockery don't tell
me the answer I've got ideas too but if you've got enough naivete and you've
got conviction then the answer is perfect for you an urban sprawl sits
choking on its discharge overwhelmed by industry searching for a modern
day savior from another place inclined toward charity everyone's begging
for an answer without regard to validity the searching never ends it goes
on and on for eternity
9: Fertile crescent
Come and see the brilliant light don't let your emotions mask your sight
it's the manifestation of a deeper fight that affects me and you my optimism
was running high a new world order was on my mind but I couldn't belive
it when I heard them say they're blowing it away and the fertile crescent
is burning today and baby my emotions are too the cradle of humanity has
led us all astray and we're all in this tigether don't you know 'cause
our species has nowhere else to go aggression rears its ugly head retaliation
brings further dread the two are linked by unseen threads that wind back
through time I don't agree with the outdated trend nationalism is an evil
friend but hatred is instilled by invisible lines drawn in our minds and
the fertile crescent is haunting us today and baby our instincts are too
the ghost of humanity is warning us this way and I think we all should
need it don't you know 'cause we've got nowhere else to go
10: Chimaera
You took a time bomb and a case of crackers and you made a maelstrom of
organic debris then you took a work bench and a rusty anvil and you polished
them for everyone to see you have created an unhealthy monster but you're
nowhere but nowhere to be found so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions
from now until the day theu lay me down you took a babboon and made him
perfect you took a lion and stripped him of his pride then you took a million
more varieties a scalpel and a sartory and you stitched up a horrible surprise
you have created an unsocial monster and you're searched for all over the
globe and most belive that things would sure be better if you'd come down
here and tell us what you know who is to blame for this? someone tell me
please His handiwork is flawed and it's there for all to see mutataions,
abberations and blatant anomalies they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosrity
you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter and you instilled them
with affinity and then you stratified accumulations weeded out bad variations
and blended up your unique recipe you have created a powerful monster with
direction and purpose all its own and if you were here would things be
any different? or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?
11: Only entertainmentk
Transfixated on the big blue screen its your window to the outside a melancholy
dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that
everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep the man behind the
weather map the editor in chief they control two worlds power and disease
and you cannot supress you curiosity but see it's only entertainment superficial
urgency posterboard mentality only entertainemnt tightly constrained the
buzz that remains is the story of how we run our lives many our the people
poor and suffering from the lack of coverage from the transmission beam
and if it ever gets there you'll be offended too 'cause you cannot distinguish
chicanery from truth see it's only entertainment a superficial episode
as life continues to unfold only entertainment controlled and copied they've
planted the seed that sprouts into your picture of the world can't someone
protect me (turn away, turn away) from this electron beam? hey you, Mr.
FCC have you no advice for me?
