Bad Religion

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son
Will you guide me now, for I can't see
A reason for this suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well, then I do imagine...
There will be sor-row
Yeah there will be sor-row
And there will be sor-row, no more
When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine...
There will be sor-row
Yeah there will be sor-row
And there will be sor-row, no more, no more
(Hummming the 2nd verse)
There will be sor-row
Yeah there will be sor-row
And there will be sor-row, no more
There will be sor-row
Yeah there will be sor-row
And there will be sor-row, no more, no more