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.