F# A E F# A D F# A E F# So F# here we are again to experience a A bitter scoling end
And E we're the only ones who can per F# ceive it
While F# others sing of beauty and the A story thats unfolding
As E one that deserves praise and F# ritual
(w/ Rhythm 1)
My pessimistic lines, your supersticious lives
And the modern ages lies won't absolve you
The professorial truth, and the dear clairvoyant youth
And of course the nightly news will deceive you
Watch out
(Document End)
Bad Religion
