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Bad Religion Tested Live

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

See him on the interstate We've got the American Jesus He helped build the president's estate I feel sorry for the earth's population 'Cause so few live

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

you how to think Cleansed your mind of sepsis and automony Or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? Now we all see, religion

There are desperate times upon us There are codes of white and black Political resentment and people start to crack There's hate and opposition There'

It's an SOS, sent out telepathically Signs of our distress, don't allow complacency We need restoration now, of our integrity And a drastic bold reminder

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

There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane And it isn't even Christmas He sees a note in the obituary That his last friend has died There'

The vector of suffrage a warm and Septic breeze The pomp and elation The duty and vocation The blood of the hybrid It's just a recipe Re-living our