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Bad Religion
Bad Religion


Информация
Откуда Woodland Hills, California
Жанры Punk Rock
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Годы 1979—н.в.
Лейблы Epic Records
Atlantic Records
Epitaph Records
См. также Error
Circle Jerks
Black President
Infectious Grooves
Minor Threat
Government Issue
Dag Nasty
Daredevils
Bad4Good
Suicidal Tendencies
Сайт Website
Состав
Greg Graffin
Brett Gurewitz
Jay Bentley
Greg Hetson
Brian Baker
Brooks Wackerman
Бывшие участники
Jay Ziskrout
Davy Goldman
Tim Gallegos
Pete Finestone
John Albert
Lucky Lehrer
Bobby Schayer
Paul Dedona



Альбом Bad Religion


How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)
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Early man walked away as modern man took control.
Their minds weren't all the same,
To conquer was his goal,
So he built his great empire,
And HE slaughtered his own kind,
Then he died a confused man,
Killed himself with his own mind.
go!
we're only gonna die from our own arrogance.

(repeated over and over)

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in this world today there ain't nobody to thank,
just blame it on the kids and toss 'em into the tank.
and if they yell for justice we'll hide them from the light
so that when they learn the truth they won't be scared of the night.
put the key in the hole when you get home from school.
i'll be home by 8:30, your father will too.
if you cause any trouble then i don't want to see,
cause you'll go straight to bed and you won't have no tv.


. . .


The final page is written in the books of history,
As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas
To fight a war which can't be won and kills the human race,
A show of greed and ignorance, man's quest for dominance.

They say when a mistake is made, a lesson can be learned.
But this time, there's no second chance, the hate engulfs the world.
A million lives are lost each day, a city slowly burns,
A mother holds her dying child, but no one is concerned

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it's all right to have faith in god
but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies
that's when i start to have pity on you.
you're living on a mound of dirt,
but you can't explain your reason for existence so you blame it on god.
so much hatred in this world and you can't decide
who's pulling the strings so you figure it's god.
your whole life foreshadows death
and you finally realize you don't want to die alone so you'll always have god.
it's all right to have faith in god
but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies
that's when i start to have pity on you.
it's all right to have faith in god
but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies
that's when i start to have pity on you.
there's people in the world today who say they're jewish, christian and such,
they're all ignorant fools.
they'll tell you you can't have your own way
unless you pay money and dedicate your life or you'll be damned in hell.
don't be feeble like all of them,
you have your own brain full of thoughts and choices,
so use it don't let them use you.
it's all right to have faith in god
but when you bend to their rules and their fucking lies
that's when i start to have pity on you.


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There's people out there that say I'm no good,
'Cause I don't believe the things that I should,
And when the final conflict comes, I'll be so sorry I did wrong,
And hope and pray that our lord god will think I'm good.

Countries manufacture bombs and guns
To kill your brother for something that he hasn't even done.
Smog is ruining my lungs, but they aren't sorry they've done wrong,
They hide behind their lies that they're helping everyone.

In the end the good will go to heaven up above,
The bad will perish in the depths of hell.
How can hell be any worse when life alone is such a curse?

Fuck Armageddon, this is hell [x3]

We're living in the denoument of the battle's gripping awe,
So what's the use of being good to satisfy them all?

How could hell be any worse? Life alone is such a curse!
Fuck Armageddon, this is hell [x5]


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I show pity on the human race,
On the ignorant plenty who devote their lives
To an icon that they've never known.
I show pity on eons past,
When early man started the first civilization
And human aggression was born.
I show pity on the future to come,
When the government system will be omnipotent
And we'll be worse off... than we are now!
Pity, pity, on the billions of ignorant people.
Pity, pity, on the masses of aggression.
Pity, pity, on the future centuries to come,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of aggression.
It's all a matter of looking at the past.
It's all a question, are we gonna last?
If we endure the aggression that's inside all of us
We'll wipe out our own species and thus... the world!
Pity!
Pity on...
on the masses of aggression,
on the billions of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come,
on the masses of ignorant people,
on the future centuries to come.


. . .


In the city, the day is too hot
And you're hoping for relief, 'cuz your head is filled with pain,
But you get no relief, 'cuz the night is the same...
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You live your life in darkness, you've got pennies on your eyes.
But you say that it's all right, 'cuz you've never lived a lie,
As you crawl back to your womblike existence in the night.
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
And the little man inside twists your tormented mind.
Your mind is filled with shadows, your palms are wet with sweat.
Limbs are bound and tangled in a fatal net.
There are two things you can do.
One is turn and fight.
The other's run headlong into the night.
In the night, in the night you see through jaded eyes.
In the night, in the night you feel barely alive.
You can't see no light, but you hear those heavy footsteps,
And the breathing at your side, is it yours, or is it
Good bye!



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death and the shadow that it casts on life scares me little or none.
people tell me of a divine right and the happy chosen one.
i'm a freak 'cause my morals clash with others in the world.
i go home while they work hard, then they same i'm wrong.
there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy.
if their sins affected me, i gotta be damned to be free.
freedom is responsibility, pay more than it's worth.
instincts tells us not to die, hazy myth since birth.
learn their rules, play their game, deceive yourself in haste.
turn your own brain into dust; it's not theirs to waste.
there's only one place to be, while living with tragedy.
extract the nectar, burn the tree, i gotta be damned to be free
thinking . . . this world it ain't so bad.
dying . . . it's just another fad.
working . . . eight hours, that's not for me.
dying . . . it's just your destiny.


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wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant mom.
fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies.
teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay.
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
are you ready to fight for your morality? right wing allies, white supremacy.
pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue
white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the american dream.
white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.


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i hate my family,
hate my school,
speed limits
and the golden rule.
hate people who aren't what they seem,
more than anything else, american dream.
american dream's gonna swallow you whole,
it's bursting at the seam,
it'll sweep you away,
so enjoy it today, t
omorrow you'll be old thus useless.
american dream . . . american dream . . .
american dream, that's ok,
cause no one dare give you away.
i hate my job,
i hate your god,
i hate hypocrites and common slobs.
hate people who aren't what they seem,
more than anything else, american dream.
promise me today i'll have a chevrolet,
with whitewalls on the side,
one boy, one girl, comfortable lies
the american dream . . . american dream . . . american dream,
that's ok, cause no one dare give you away.
american dream!

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weak and sick, dying in the sand, no such thing as a promised land.
don't lose faith in a better life reincarnation, poor excuse.
you're dying you assholes, your religion can't help you now.
dying and starving in the fields you used to plow.
rotting bones in your barren fields. worshipped creature's supposed to heal.
he won't save you and he won't save me. see what you want to see.
hindu religion in the mind of a working joe,
starving and dying in the fields you used to know.
you're tied and bound to a god's useless advice.
bloated stomachs from aching diseases hold back the fight.
in the end you'll return once more to die again.
go on till you can't no more in non-eternal sin.


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neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you,
and no one cares like he cares.
neighbors, let us join today in the holy love of god and money,
because neighbors, no one loves you like he loves you.
and what better way to show your love than to dig deep into your pockets.
dig real deep, until it hurts. alleviate your guilt,
free yourself once again, because he gave to you, brothers and sisters.
please give a 10, 25, or 50 dollar tax-deductible donation,
and i assure you your modest pledge will be used to censor tv and radio,
ban questionable books, and contribute to many other godly services.
no longer will young christian americans hedonistically indulge in masochistic
submission to rhythmic music, for with your monetary support,
there is no end to what we can achieve in this country.
the voice of god is government. the voice of god is government.
the voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!
can't you see what we believe in, all our thoughts, all our reasons,
pursuit of life and liberty and happiness we cannot see?
speak of truth with a mighty voice, but politics are your real choice.
hire men to change the law, protect and serve with one small flaw.
voice of god is government. the voice of god is government.
voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!
if we shun god and jesus christ, religious love is sacrifice.
love for god is shown in cash, the love they send is mailbox trash.
with every pamphlet we receive, more money asked for godly needs.
build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research.
voice of god is government. the voice of god is government.
voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!
on late night tv, god can heal, a certain force you cannot feel.
love for money in god's name, religion's now a tv game!
build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research.
build a million dollar church, with money spent on god's research.
voice of god is government. the voice of god is government.
voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!
yeah!
voice of god is government. the voice of god is government.
voice of god is government. in god we trust, sinners repent!


. . .


presidential election every four years but neither man we can see or hear
urgent cries for society but he can't see the blood on me
do you see?
do you see too much for me?
try that with our oligarchy,
try that with our oligarchy,
oligarchy, oligarchy.


. . .


see the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin.
watch them try. the cynic laughs at the optimist's closed eyes.
darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic's beer soon overflows.
other watches, has a seat, and from the same cup, they drink.
i'm doin' time, how long i don't know.
william had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him.
john had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son.
i'm doing time, how long i don't know.
i'll kiss goodbye my brain and body and go to sleep for generations.
and go to sleep for generations.
salvation.
cease concentration. you'll only lose the fight.
don't tell me what's wrong or right!
you're losing sight.
you're just gonna die anyway!


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