歌手:Bad Religion
专辑:《Against the Grain》

作词 : Bentley
Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast
We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea
Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease
The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary
We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast
Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept
Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat
Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less
So what does it mean?
When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived
And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day
Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away
I'm so tired of all the ****** up minds
Of all the terrorist religions and their ******** lines
Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes
Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind
By the plastic protests and the hands of time
And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind