Bad Religion (EP, 1981)



1.   Bad Religion (Theme Song)
2.   Politics
3.   Sensory Overload
4.   Slaves
5.   Drastic Actions
6.   World War III

"Bad Religion (Theme Song)"
 
See my body, it's nothing to get hung about.
I'm nobody except genetic runaround.
Spiritual era's gone, it ain't comin' back.
Bad Religion, a copout, that is all that's left
Hey Mr. Mime, stop wasting my time,
With your factory precision.
Factory precision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion.
Ay!
Don't you know the place you live's a piece of shit?
Don't you know blind faith through lies won't conquer it
Don't you know responsibility is ours?
I don't care a think about eternal fires.
Listen this time, it's more than a rhyme,
It's your indecision.
Your indecision is your
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, regurgitate
Indecision, it's not too late.
Bad Religion, Bad Religion,
Bad Religion.

"Politics"
 
Economy, technology, does it really work?
The guy running the government's another jerk
Try to teach some values and they all erode away
You're lucky if they listen to a single word you say.

What is right and what is wrong, government decides
You don't have to like the laws as long as you abide
We're all being oppressed by the upper-middle class
The government you vote for is the one that you possess.

I'm so tired and now I'm through, I'm through and so are you
Oppressive fear from presidents, it's us, not the government
We control the masses of the whole entire race
Soon our streets will all get filled without a happy face.

"Sensory Overload"
 
This isn't art this is suicide in a social way
I don't have the need and I don't have the time
I will tell you why
Because I think about it all the time
I think about what's true and what's lies
I used to think the things in my head were true
Sensory feedback from things like you
I don't know why this must be
The guitar's misleading me
I don't know why
I've got this social suicide
From a sensory overload
It's a hell of a time
From a sensory overload
Tricky little mind
When I think about the quivering flesh
I think about this urban mess
It makes my brain begin to reel
I don't understand all the things that I hear
I just wanna hide from the things that I feel

"Slaves"
 
Congress runs your daily life
They brainwash you into thinking it's freedom
We've had a war every twenty years
They make you think we really need 'em.

And we're all just slaves under stricter masters
We're all slaves under stricter masters
We're slaves.

You're brought up thinking it's bad to live in any country except this one
And when you grow into a man you realize it ain't too much fun
We're a country of democracy, we're supposed to be the best on the globe
Living's expensive, it ain't too fun unless you fall in the high-class mode

"Drastic Actions"
 
Heard a word, suicide,
Not from one, but from thousands that tried.
The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat,
One thing in common, they all wanted out.
And it's plain to see.
It goes for you and it goes for me,
And all the screwed up little girls and boys
All thrown in without a choice.
But I heard him say,
"I want out,
No complaints and no doubts,
Just a chance to go on."
I heard a word, suicide,
And not from one, but from thousands that died.
Want some attention and a little less regret,
A teenage fluff, little threat.
And there are those, there are those who think
That drastic actions will make them unique.
It's really all the same,
That no one's happy and nobody's to blame.
And the moral to this story is old.
It's quite taboo, seldom told.
The seed is reaped before it's sown,
A bad choice was never resolved.

"World War III"
 
U.S. government blew its plan
Too much money down the can
Stop, look, and listen to what the president says
The first lady is a fucking les
They all think they know it all
America, Russia, China are all about to fall
Lethargy will over-rule
U.S. government's wading pool
World War Three
"Forget it"! came from the president's door
"I'll make us have another world war
it don't matter what the people think
We have to save our precious brink
Here I go, I'll push the first bomb
Yeah, it's headed straight for Guam
All the rest will release soon Right into your living room
World War Three

How Could Hell Be Any Worse? (1982)



1.   We're Only Gonna Die
2.   Latch Key Kids
3.   Part III
4.   Faith In God
5.   Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell!
6.   Pity
7.   In The Night
8.   Damned To Be Free
9.   White Trash (2nd Generation)
10.   American Dream
11.   Eat Your Dog
12.   Voice Of God Is Government
13.   Oligarchy
14.   Doin' Time

"We're Only Gonna Die"
 
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!
[x3]

We're only gonna die (only gonna die)
From our own arrogance
[x4]

"Latch Key Kids"
 
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.
(1, 2, 3, 4)
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.