Bad Religion - New Dark Ages

Yeah can you hear the call?
In a rebel ridden land
Susurrations, that can expand beyond all hope of light and plunge us into unrelenting night

A pall on truth and reason,
It feels like hunting season
So avoid those lines of sight and we'll set this right

Welcome to the new dark ages
Yeah, I hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

Now come ye children one and all, let's heed Ezekiel's call,
And bide until the word is good and ripe and get plucked clean out of sight

The world will be erased our kin will be
Immaculate ejaculate in space
Before the kind of king's love, he'll snatch us from above, brothers help me sing it

Welcome to the new dark ages
Yeah, I hope you're living right
These are the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

So how do you sleep
There's nothing to keep
This is deep

Because we're animals - with golden rules
Who, who can't be moved by rational views

Welcome to the new dark ages
I hope you're living right
Welcome to the new dark ages
Say it again, yeah!
These are the new dark ages
I hope your living right
Welcome to the new dark ages
And the world might end tonight

Bad Religion - Sorrow

Father can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born...
And all the sorrow in this world...

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son
Will you guide me now, for I can't see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well, then I do imagine...

There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true Messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine...

There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more

There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more

There will be Sorrow
Yeah there will be Sorrow
And there will be Sorrow, no more

Bad Religion - Punk Rock Song

Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please

Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

Have you visited the graveyard?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politic
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it all, and we see nothing change
Nothing has changed...

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like workers in a factory we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' robots out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time, running out of time!

This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk, rock, song!

The figures don't lie, they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time!

This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk rock song,
This is just a punk, rock, song!

Bad Religion - America Jesus

I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz i'm blessed by nationality.
I'm member of a growing populace,
We enforce our popularity.
There are things that seem to pull us under and,
There are things that drag us down.
But there's a power and a vital presence,
It's lurking all around.

We've got the American Jesus,
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,
'Cuz so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality,
They can visit but they cannot stay.
Only precious few can garner our prosperity,
It makes us walk with renewed confidence.
We got a place to go when we die,
And the architect resides right here.

We've got the American Jesus,
Bolstering national faith.
We've got the American Jesus,
Overwhelming millions every day.

He's the farmer's barren fields,
(in god)
The force the army wields,
(we trust)
Expressions on the faces of the starving millions,
(because he's one of us)
The power of the man,
(break down)
He's the fuel that drives the clan,
(cave in)
He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer,
(we can redeem our sins)
He's the preacher on T.V. ,
(strong heart)
The false sincerity,
(clear mind)
The form letter that's written by the big computers,
(and infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs,
(you lose)
The kids with no moms,
(we win)
And i'm fearful that he's inside me...
(he is our champion)

One nation under god...


We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
Bolstering national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

One nation, under God...

Bad Religion - Los Angeles Is Burning

Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue,
St. Anne's skirts are billowing
But down here in the city of the lime-lights,
The fans of Santa Ana are witherin'.
And you can't deny that living is easy,
If you never look behind the scenery.
It's showtime for dry climes,
And Bedlam is dreamin' of rain.

When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
So many lives on the breeze,
Even the stars are ill at ease.
And Los Angeles is burnin'.

This is not a test,
Of the emergency broadcast system,
When Malibu fires and radio towers,
Conspire to dance again.
And I cannot believe the media Mecca,
They're only trying to peddle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine.
The whole world is goin' insane.

When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
So many lives are on the breeze,
Even the stars are ill at ease.
And Los Angeles is burnin'.

A placard reads,
The end of days,
Jacaranda bows are bending in the haze

More a question than a curse,
How could hell be any worse?

The flames are stunnin',
The cameras runnin',
So take warnin'.

When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
So many lives are on the breeze,
Even the stars are ill at ease.
And Los Angeles is burnin'.