Bad Religion - All There Is |
All There Is
Bad Religion This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners, With grave allegiances, So meaningless and vain, Though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders, Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pale refrain. And everything is barely missed, but relations and (predicts?) My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this, Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is? In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout, As time the great great dreamless sleep of a useless modern god Erodes away each sorry day as wretched adams, one hell to payContained upon a rail of pain for just a little rain. And everything is dearly missed, but relations and predicts My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this, Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is? There's an endless disposition, And it doesn't mean a goddamn thingThere's space for a paper And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I, But this pedestrian knows better than to even try, And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly. And everything is dearly missed, but relations and predicts My expression, my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this, Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is? All there is? |