bad religion
all there is
This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners, With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain The walking wounded,in a pageant of contenders, Who balance on a rail of pain just for a pail of rain.  And everything, is barely mist- blood relations and bricks. My expression, my confession Add it up, extract a lesson more than this Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me Can that be all there is?  In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout. As time the great grey dreamless sleep of a modern useless modern God Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay. Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.  And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks. My expression, my confession Add it up, extract a lesson more than this Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me Can that be all there is?  There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a god damn thing. There's space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane. And if pigs could fly then surely so could I. But this pedestrian knows better than to even try. My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly  And everything is dearly missed- blood relations and bricks. My expression, my confession Add it up, extract a lesson more than this Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me Can that be all there is?  All there is?