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
: 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
: 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
they multiply and give rise to this . . . monstrosity, you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter, and you instilled them with affinity, and then you stratified accumulations, weeded out bad
: transfixated on the big blue screen, it's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream, a medium upon which you build reality, this episodic currency
everybody wants do 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'
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
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
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
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
transfixated on the big blue screen, it's your window to the outside, a melancholy dream, a medium upon which you build reality, this episodic currency
a refreshing plunge, a drink of palatable water, a deep inspiration on a warm summer day, a safe stroll in a middle of the road community, a neighbour
every day we profit so, leaning towards the great unknown, asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been, trample paths that go between
there's a light on in the hallway, so I can't understand, why you hide underneath the cover, there's a baby in your womb, so don't be scared tonight,
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
? I know it wasn't just for our feast And now they're down to 250 lone souls They're a breed of a losing generation it seems The killers are ourselves