BAD RELIGION – ALL AGES – 1995

I WANT TO CONQUER THE WORLD
Hey Brother Christian with your high and mighty errand,
Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying.
Hey Sister Bleeding Heart with all of your compassion,
Your labors soothe the hurt but can't assuage temptation.

Hey Man of Science with your perfect rules of measure,
Can you improve this place with the data that you gather?
Hey Mother Mercy can your loins bear fruit forever?
Is your fecundity a trammel or a treasure?

And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all my decisions
With a quick wink of the eye
And a "God you must be joking!"

Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations,
Did you see your children cry when you left them at the station?
Hey Moral Soldier you've got righteous proclamations,
And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.

And I want to conquer the world,
Give all the idiots a brand new religion,
Put an end to poverty, uncleanliness and toil,
Promote equality in all of my decisions.

I want to conquer the world,
Expose the culprits and feed them to the children,
I'll do away with air pollution and then I'll save the whales,
We'll have peace on earth and global communion.
I want to conquer the world!

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!

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 a 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 jurisdiction.
And I make a difference too.

MODERN MAN
I’ve got nothing to say,
I’ve got nothing to do.
All of my neurons are functioning smoothly
Yet still I’m a cyborg just like you.

I am one big myoma that thinks:
My planet supports only me,
I’ve got this one big problem: Will I live forever?
I’ve got just a short time to see.

Modern man, evolutionary betrayer,
Modern man, ecosystem destroyer.
Modern man, destroy yourself in shame,
Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage.

When I look back and think,
When I ponder and ask “why?”,
I see my ancestors spend with careless abandon,
Assuming eternal supply.

Modern man, evolutionary betrayer,
Modern man, ecosystem destroyer.
Modern man, destroy yourself in shame,
Modern man, pathetic example of earth's organic heritage.

Just a sample of carbon-based wastage,
Just a fucking tragic epic of you and I.

WE’RE ONLY GONNA DIE
Early man walked away as modern man took control.
Their minds weren’t all the same, to conquer was his big goal,
So he built his great empire and slaughtered his own kind,
Then he died a confused man, killed himself with his own mind.
Go!
We’re only gonna die from our own arrogance.

THE ANSWER
Long ago in a dusty village
Full of hunger, 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 compelled people to follow along,
But the hunger never vanished
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 scrutinized
In his colleagues eyes,
He soon became a mockery.

Don’t tell me about the answer
‘cause then another one will come along soon.
I don’t believe you have 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 and on for eternity.

Don’t tell me about the answer
‘cause then another one will come along soon.
I don’t believe you have 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.
(The answer is perfect for you.)

FLAT EARTH SOCIETY
Lie, lie, lie...

The full moon is rising over dark water
And the fools below are picking up sticks.
And the man in the gallows lies permanently,
Waiting for the doctors to come back and tend to him.

The flat earth society is meeting here today,
Singing happy little lies,
And the bright ship humana is sailing far away
with grave determination,
And no destination.

Lie, lie, lie...

Yeah, nothing feels better than a spray of clean water
And the whistling wind on a calm summer night,
but you'd better believe that down in their quarters
The men are holding in for their dear lives.

The flat earth society is somewhere far away,
With their candlesticks and compasses,
And the bright ship humana is well on its way
With grave determination,
And no destination.

Lie, lie, lie, ad infinitum...

AGAINST THE GRAIN
Three thousand miles of wilderness
Overcome by the flow.
A lonely restitution of pavement,
Pomp and show,
I seek a thousand answers,
I find but one or two,
I maintain no discomfiture,
My path again renewed.

Against the grain,
That's where I'll stay.
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain.

Here labeled as a lunatic,
Sequestered and content,
There ignored and defeated
By the government.
There's an oriented public
Whose magnetic force does pull,
But away from the potential of the individual.

Against the grain,
That's where I'll stay.
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain.

The flow is getting stronger
With smaller increments of time.
And Eddies of new ideas are
Increasingly hard to find,
You need all that the other has,
Your right to seize the day,
But in all your acquisitions
You will soon be swept away.

Against the grain,
That's where I'll stay.
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain.

There's a common consensus
And an uncomfortable cheer,
A reverberating chorus that anyone can hear,
It sings "leave your cares behind you,
Just grab tenaciously",
This lulling sense or purpose
Will destroy us rapidly.

Against the grain,
That's where I'll stay.
Swimming upstream,
I maintain against the grain.

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 along
In books 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 my 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.

Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door,
Wash me clean and I will run
Until I reach the shore.

ANESTHESIA
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 there just the other night
As stately as a slot machine,
But when she looked my way
Something mad as hell came over me, yeah.

Anesthesia, Mona Lisa,
I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion.
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove complicity now.
Anna...
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
All good children go to heaven!

I remember your face that August night
When we lied about the beautiful time to come,
And that crazy old man who came much to late
And caused a chain reaction.
I've been hanging out here for eleven long years
Like a church mouse wondering where the cat has gone,
And looking at you now is driving me to distraction.

Anesthesia, Mona Lisa,
I've got a little gun, here comes oblivion.
I never loved you, how did you find me?
The cops will never prove complicity now.
Anna...
(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)
All good children go to heaven!

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.

FAITH ALONE
Heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave.
I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame.
No one can tell me what to do;
They had not the capacity to answer me.

What the world needs now is some answers to our problems.
We can't buy more time because our tender isn't valid.
If your soul needs love, you can get consoled by pity,
But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more.

Watched the scientists throw up their hands conceding, "Progress will resolve it all."
Saw the manufacturers of Earth's debris ignore another Green Peace call.
No one could tell me what to do;
No one had the ability to answer me.

What the world needs now is some accountability.
We can't buy more time 'cause time won't accept our money.
If your soul needs love, you can always have my pity,
But it looks as though faith alone won't sustain us no more.

What the world needs now is some answers to our problems.
We can't buy more time 'cause our tender isn't valid.
What the world needs now is some accountability.
If your soul needs love, you can get consoled by pity,
But faith alone won't sustain us anymore.
Faith alone won't sustain us anymore...

NO CONTROL
Culture was the seed of proliferation but it's gotten melded
Into an inharmonic whole, to an inharmonic whole.
Consciousness has plagued us and we cannot shake it
Though we think we're in control, though we think we're in control.

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah.

Time is so rock solid in the minds of the hoards but they can't
Explain why it should slip away, explain why it should slip away.
History and future are the comforts of our curiosity but here we are
Rooted in the present day, rooted in the present day.

Questions that besiege us in life are testament of our helplessness.
There's no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.
When we all disintegrate it will all happen again, yeah.

If you came to conquer, you'll be king for a day,
But you too will deteriorate and quickly fade away.
And believe these words you hear when you think your path is clear...

We have no control. We have no control.
We have no control, we do not understand.
You have no control, you are not in command.
You have no control. We have no control.
No control. No control. You have no control.

21st CENTURY (DIGITAL BOY)
I can't believe it,
The way you look sometimes,
Like a trampled flag on a city street,
Oh yeah.

And I don't want it,
The things you're offering me,
Symbolized bar code, quick ID,
Oh yeah.

I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to live
But I've got a lot of toys,
My daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on valium,
She's so ineffectual,
Ain't life a mystery?

I can't explain it,
The things they're saying to me,
It's going yayayayayayaya,
Oh yeah.

I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to read
But I've got a lot of toys,
My daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on valium,
She's so ineffectual,
Ain't life a mystery?

I tried to tell you about no control,
But now I really don't know.

And then you told me how bad you had to suffer,
Is that really all you have to offer?

See I'm a 21st century digital boy,
I don't know how to read
But I've got a lot of toys,
My daddy is a lazy middle class intellectual,
My mommy's on valium,
She's so ineffectual,
Ain't life a mystery?

Cat's foot, iron claw, (21st century digital boy)
Neurosurgeons scream for more, (21st century digital boy)
Innocence raped with napalm fire, (21st century digital boy)
Anything I want, I really need. (21st century digital boy)

21st century schitzoid boy,
21st century video boy,
21st century digital boy,
21st century sofa boy...

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...

All my scientists are working on a deadline,
So my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
They say they know what's best for me.
But they 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 least he's got a garden with a fertile plot
And a party that will never stop.

Come out to play, come out to play,
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
In my atomic...

I hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from the room inside my room.

Come out to play, come out to play,
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
In my atomic garden!

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 looked into the sky,
Shouting his questions, looking for directions.
"What do I do now?"

Now a confused schoolgirl 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 a direction
Her heroes offer her.

Everyone's 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 them what to do,
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 was politically incorrect.
I don't believe in self important folks who preach
No Bad Religion song can make your life complete.
Prepare for rejection,
You'll get no direction from me,
You'll get no direction from me.

AUTOMATIC MAN
He's the latest superhero with powers so profound.
He can leap a dotted line in just a single bound.
I know you must have seen him in books and magazines.
He's the quintessential mindless modern epicene.

His life is meaningful because he gets things done.
Bang bang he's dead, chalk up another triumph for our hero,
The Automatic Man.

It's true you must have met him, he's your best friend and your foe.
His opinions are determined by the status quo.
A true creature of habit, he smokes three packs a day.
When he has an original thought, he forgets it right away.

He's a paradigm of carefree living.
He's our mentor, disturb him if you can.
He's the answer if your peace of mind is lacking.
He's our savior, he is the common man.

So if you are troubled by the daily bump and grind,
Then take another look around and brother you will find...
The Automatic Man.

CHANGE OF IDEAS
Well the sheaves have all been brought, but the fields have washed away,
And the palaces now stand where the coffins all were laid,
And the times we see ahead, we must glaze with rosy hues,
For we don't wish to admit what it is we have to lose.

Millenia in coming, the modern age is here.
It sanctifies the future, yet renders us with fear.
So many theories, so many prophecies,
What we do need is a change of ideas.

When we are scared we can hide in our reveries but
What we need is a change of ideas.
Change of ideas, change of ideas,
What we need now is a change of ideas.

SANITY
There’s a watch in my pocket and its hands are broken.
The face is blank but the gears are turning.
Confusion is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn’t really matter what I’m figuring out,
I’m guaranteed to wind up in a state of doubt.

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

There’s a shadow on the wall where the paint is peeling.
My body’s moving forward but my mind is reeling.
Depression is a fundamental state of mind.
It doesn’t really matter how my day has turned out,
I always end up living in this world of doubt.

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity will make you strong
If you believe in sanity.

And sanity is a full-time job
In a world that is always changing,
And sanity is a state of mind
That you believe in, sanity.

WALK AWAY
Shut off the TV and peel off those sunday gloves,
And I’ll stain the clean that you've been counting.
Old Mr. Fletcher passed by here today,
After 40 years of toil he just stood up and walked away.

Fantastic the panic that showed in his eyes,
He shrugged when I asked him about it.
He said, “young man, pay heed, listen well to what I say,
Now there comes a time for a man to walk away.”

Walk away (walk away), I’ll be a parade,
And I’ll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I'll sure take some time
To burn all the bridges that I'm leaving behind.

He passed by again and he was shivering from the cold,
I’m not sure but I think that he was trying.
He told me about the weather and something old to pay,
“But tomorrow”, he said, “I’m gonna surely walk away.”

Walk away (walk away), I’ll be a parade,
And I’ll be determined that no one shall dissuade
On my way, I’ll take my sweet time
To burn all the bridges that I’m leaving behind.

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

FUCK ARMAGEDDON... THIS IS HELL
There’s people out there that say I’m no good,
‘Cause I don’t believe the things that I should,
And when the final conflict comes, I’ll be so sorry I did wrong,
And hope and pray that our lord god will think I’m good.

Countries manufacture bombs and guns
To kill your brother for something that he hasn’t even done.
Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren’t sorry they’ve done wrong,
They hide behind their lies that they’re helping everyone.

In the end the good will go to heaven up above,
The bad will perish in the depths of hell.
How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse?

Fuck Armageddon, this is hell

We’re living in the denouement of the battle’s gripping awe,
So what’s the use of being good to satisfy them all?

How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse!
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell!

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