Bad Religion

let's ^D gather 'round the carcass of the ^A old deflated beast,
we have ^C seen it through the accolades and ^G rested in its lea,
syn ^D tactic is our elegance, in ^A cisive our disease,
the ^C swath endogenous of ourselves will ^G be our quandary, ^D
we've ^D nestled in its hollow and we've ^A suckled at its breast,
gran ^C diloquent our attitude, im ^G passioned yet inept,
^D frivolous gavel our design, ^A ludicrous our threat,
ex ^C cursive expeditions leave us ^G holding less and less, ^D
so what does it ^A mean?
when we ^F tell ourselves it's only for a ^C while we have been deceived
and it's ^A# only for a moment that the ^F treasures of our day make
life ^C easier to complicate, the ^A# treasure thrown away,
^G I'm ^G# so ^F tired of all the ^G fucked ^G# up ^F minds
of all the ^G terro ^G# rist re ^F ligions and their ^G bull ^G# shit ^F lines,
of all the ^G hand- ^G# me- ^F downs from all in ^G dust ^G# rial ^F crimes
and the ^G wee ^G# ping ^F mothers and those who are ^G led ^G# so ^F blind,
from the ^G plas ^G# tic ^F protests and the ^G hands ^G# of ^F time
and the ^G pur ^G# suit ^F of mirth and all ^G ha ^G# ting ^F kind