Bad Religion - The Gray Race

Bad Religion

The Gray Race


The Gray Race 
Them And Us
A Walk
Parallel
Punk Rock Song
Empty Causes
Nobody Listens
Pity The Dead
Spirit Shine
The Streets of America
Ten in 2010
Victory
Drunk Sincerity
Come Join Us
Cease


1: The Gray Race

the framework of the world
is black and white

the infrastructure builders

flex their might

turning true emotion
into digital expression

one by one we all fall down

the gray race shrivels
trapped inside the world it creates

it's black and white

the perputual destructive
motion machine

began to chart a course

never before seen

turning raw compassion
into fields of plus and minus

one by one we all give in

the gray race shrivels
trapped inside the world it creates

it's black and white

I'd swear there were times when I was someone else
a person with determination and knowledge of the self

but you flattened me to rubble and now I can see that I'm

just faded negative of the image I used to be

and that's our dilemma

2: Them And Us

despite that he saw blatant similarity
he struggled to find a distinctive moiety

all he found was vulgar superficiality

but he focused it to sharpness

and shared it with the others

it signified his anger and misery

them and us
lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers

them and us

dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence

that there really is a difference

between them and us

hate is a simple manifestation
of the deep-seated self-directed frustration

all it does is promote fear and constrenation

it's the inability

to justify the enemy

and it fills us all with trepidation

them and us
bending the significance to match a whimsied fable

them and us

tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence

a confused loose alliance forming

them and us

I heard him say
we can take them all

(but he didn't know who they were,

and he didn't know who we were.

and there wasn't any reason or

motive, or value, to his story,

just allegory, imitation glory,

and a desperate feeble search for a friend)

3: A Walk

I'm going for a walk
not the after dinner kind

I'm gonna use my hands

and I'm gonna use my mind

and who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
you can't even tie your own haggard shoes

your closet is a mess, and your backyard's falling down

and I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around

I'm gonna build a world

independant and exempt

all alone I'll be an empire

with no mortgage and no rent

and I don't need to live in your stinking zoo

you can't even feed the animals donated to you

your storage sheds are ramshackled, flies decorate the walls

and you expect me to die here in this shit-filled tiny stall?

and I know you're watching! everything I do

call me threat to your children call me socially unglued

call me master of insanity, unable to relate

call me lazy, bane, and filthy

call me monstrous reprobate

I'm going for a walk and there's nothing you can do
'cuz I don't have to live like you

so I'm going for a walk

4: Parallel

sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space
there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face

sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in

and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins

it will begin

splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
so far from reality (our lives are parallel)

independent trajectories (our lives are parallel)

separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel)

our lives are parallel

is there no redemption? no common good?
is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should?

comes the hard admission of what we don't provide
goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide

they so divide

side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel)
phony collective progress (our lives are parallel)

accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel)

gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel)

our lives are parallel

forging little plays of deception and pain
as we watch our foundation crumble away

staggering like birds against a hurricane

and trying all the while to stay out of each other's way

broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel)
independant trajectories (our lives are parallel)

screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel)

turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel)

5: Punk Rock Song

have you been to the desert?
have you walked with the dead?

there's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread

and the figures don't lie they speak of human disease

but we do what we want and we think what we please

have you lived the experience?
have you witnessed the plague?

people making babies sometimes just to escape

in this land of competition the compassion is gone

yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on

we keep pushing on

this is just a punk rock song
written for the people who can see something's wrong

like ants in a colony we do our share

but there's so many other fuckin' insects out there

and this is just a punk rock song

(like workers in a company we do our share

but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there)

have you visited the quagmire?
have you swam in the shit?

the party conventions and the real politik

the faces always different, the rhetoric the same

but we swallow it, and we see nothing change

nothing has changed...

10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain

big strong people unwilling to give

small in vision and perspective

one in five kids below the poverty line

one population runnin' out of time

6: Empty Causes

everwhere you looked there was confusion, violence, drama and drugs
so many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love

everyone shrouded in purple haze

then one day they woke up from their dream state

they found themselves no more at peace than before

older, meek, and conformed

empty causes
a bluster for the soul, a fix for their mind

empty causes

cling to everything you find

well, the shots rang out like popcorn and the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight
the mohawk-chain, leather brigade rejoiced maliciously on that night

someone cried out "fuck the government"

his mates couldn't define what he meant

so no one gave him the time of day

and the scene died away

empty causes
a war for the body, an army in the mind

empty causes

losing steam as time goes by

could it be that everybody selfishly desires their own personal retinue
and that causes are just manifestations of too much time and far to little to do

empty causes
direction for the soul, conviction for the mind

empty causes

cling to everything you find

empty causes

you've got yours and I've got mine

7: Nobody Listens

hey mister, don't point at me
you shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model

responding to his questions

hey teacher, arrogance is bliss
you spend your time turning water into life

as if you were God's foreman

is it any wonder
things seem so awry?

we swim in a sea of confusion

we don't have to think to survive

so nobody listens

hey recluse, dont shout at me
you proclaim yourself expert by extensions of the methods

detailed in your magazines

hey downer, don't prey on me
we've all got bum raps that torment us day to day

that we hoist on our own shoulders

is it any wonder
people pass you by?

your plea for understanding

is heard as desperate lies?

nobody listens

I can't help you...

is it any wonder
things are so inane?

so many quests for compassion

are just for someone's personal gain

so nobody listens to you

8: Pity The Dead

there's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullen
girl face-up staring at the moon

and there's no one around to hear their lonesome cries

then they pass away alone into the night

why do we pity the dead?
are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?

(are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head)

look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why

oh why do we

pity the dead?

pity the dead!

well, you've seen the disease, suffering and decay,
and you whisper to yourself blissfully "it's okay"

and you still refuse the possibility

that the dead are better off than we

tell me what you see, tell me what you know
is there anyone who lives a painless life?

if there is show me so

the destitute and famished, demonic and the

banished, dejected and the ostracized, the

brainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered

and objectified, the few who see the other side

tell me what you see! It's a mortal wretched cacophony

in the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light,
no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or right

just eternal silence and dormancy

and a final everlasting peace

9: Spirit Shrine

shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe
light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning

closed wounds harbor pestilence, when you lick them from within

charity has a redolence chastity cannot rescind

spirit shine, it's a sign
of a troubled mind (tortured mind)

spirit shine all the time

can render you blind

you can take it all to heart or throw it all away
you can give until you're dry and sucked of all your gleam

you can fake another cry and compromise your dream

cling tight to the parable - let it dominate your life
create a God who's infallible - give your leader some respite

clouds wounds harbor pestilence - when you lick them from within

rosy smiles lose their radience - when you take it on the chin

10: The Streets Of America

desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources

forming the fabric of a wayward people

disappearing as the vestiges of our past

scratched like tartan into virgin soil
a substrate for progress and disarray

a spreading network of broken dreams

searching for a thoroughfare to take us away

just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer)
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria

trenchant, weary native sons

step back

and see the damage done

meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)

the streets of America

black, tarred concrete
pine for me

lying domant

for you and country

hardened surface

cracked within

catch the sweat

from off the chin

of men and women
senior and child

who look to you

and your sterile miles

and in their stares

is bald dismay

for what you promised

led them astray

hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

11: Ten In 2010

parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts
sun-baked pavement encroaches on us

haves and have-nots together at last

brutally engaged in mortal combat

10 in 2010

what kind of God orchestrates such a thing?
10 in 2010

ten billion people all suffering

10 in 2010

truth is not an issue just hungry mouths to feed

10 in 2010

forget what you want, scrounge the things you need

happy and content it can't happen to you
10 in 2010

fifteen years we'll think of a solution

10 in 2010

it won't just appear in one day

10 in 2010

for ten in twenty-ten we're well on our way

like piercing ear darts, I heard the news today
10 in 2010

10 billion people...coming your way

12: Victory

the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child
the parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside

the priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head

the pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled

victory
instinct over intellect

victory

it erupts from deep inside

history

history is laughing at us

plotting its discovery

victory, victory

blame it on the victory

among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man
remembering how he helped to save this sacred land

his helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope

he killed him without second thought, with brute force and a rope

so many times, so many lives
test the other side

waiting to see what the maker has in mind

the unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day
they wallow in their father's sins, as time passes away

the crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint

the evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape

13: Drunk Sincerity

the smell of virgin pages wafted through the swinging doors
and the croaking speech he'd heard from countries counselors before

they said "we all care for you, we know how you suffer

but I know you can succed, I used to have it so much rougher"

there's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
it's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise

and like fools we trust the delivery

but it's all just drunk sincerity

in maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
the numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view

then the generals said "we dont want our boys dead

your sons and your husbands will be coming back heroes soon"

with steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
and adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars

you heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips

and the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far

14: Come And Join Us

so you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round
and you can't find the truth in the things you've found

and you're scared shitless 'cuz evil abounds

come and join us

well I heard you were looking for a place to fit in
full of adherent people with the same objective

a family to cling to and call brethren

come and join us

all we want to do is change your mind
all you need to do is close your eyes

so come and join us
come and join us

come and join us

don't you see the trouble that most people are in
and that they just want you for their own advantage

but I swear to you we're different from all of them

come and join us

I can tell you are lookin' for a way to live

where truth is determined by consensus

full of codified arbitrary directives

come and join us

all we want to have is your small mind

turn it into one of our own kind

you can go through life adrift and alone

desperate, desolate, on your own

but we're lookin' for a few more stalwart clones

so come and join us

come and join us

come and join us

we've got spite and dedication as a vehement brew
the world hates us, well we hate them too

but you're exempted of course if you

come and join us

independent, self-contented, revolutionary

intellectual, brave, strong and scholarly

if you're not one of them, you're us already so

come and join us

15: Cease

blacktop pavement cover me
like a chemical reaction or a steam roller

spreading randomly

there's a distant and a low frequency
it tickles my ear, it rumbles under my feet

and it shakes the leaves off of every tree (violently)

what pretension! Everlasting peace

everything must cease

institution on the Hill
like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor

to ignite a people's will

there's a shadowed stain on the west facade
it has spread like decay to enshroud the fraud

and the descendants find oh so odd

(oh so odd)

what pretension! Everlasting peace

everything must cease

grave memorial hewn white stone
like the comforting caress of a mother

or a friend you've always known

it evokes such pain and significance
and the generations pass without recompense

what pretension! Everlasting peace

everything must cease