Bad Religion - Generator  

Bad Religion

Generator


Generator
Too much to ask

No direction

Tomorrow

Two babies in the dark

Heaven is falling

Atomic garden

The answer

Fertile crescent

10  Chimaera

11  Only entertainment



 

Generator

Like a rock, like a planet, Like a fucking atom bomb, I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness that i encounter everywhere I turn I've seen it all before In book and magazines like a twitch before dying like a pornographic sea there's a flower behind the window there's an ugly laughing man like a hummingbird in silence like the blood on the door it's the generator oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door wash me clean and I will run until i reach the shore I've known it all along like the bone under my skin like actors in a photograph like paper in the wind there's a hammer by the window there's a knife on the floor like turbines in darkness like the blood on my door it's the generator

Too much to ask

A refreshing plunge a drink of platable water a deep inspiration on a warm summer day a safe stroll in the middle of the road community a neighbor who in times of need will not turn away I ain't no politiciam I am a citizen And I wonder if I'm living too far out of bounds community protection rehibilitation police that serve without legitimate right to maim global aareness ecological guilt cultural and environmental awakening I ain't no optimist I try to be a realist and I think that we are living too far out of bounds is it too much to ask? Could it be the world is shrinking? I can see the walls closing in no one can take much for granted anymore remote control three cars for every family corruption at the expense of the simple majority a violent crash a plunder of the third world any wretched ploy that bolsters our economy I ain't no blind supporter I'm a conscious citizen and I know that we are living too far out of bounds is it too much to ask? can we keep the earth from sinking? I can see the walls closing in No one can take much for granted anymore (you better not take it for granted anymore) I'm not taking nothing for granted anymore

No direction

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load he left his people and a simple life behind he raised his torso and he looked into the sky shouting his questions looking for directions "what do I do now?" now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray the stresses of maturing compound every day she glances up to see her favorite video and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes in need of affection she craves affection her heroes offer her everyone is looking for something and they assume somebody else knows what it is no one can live with the decisions of their own it seems so they look to someone else to tell 'em what to be tell 'em what to wear tell 'em what to say tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively until the world is all like them a righteous student came and asked me to reflect he judged my lifestyle ws politically incorrect I don't belive in self important folks who preach no Bad Religion song can make your life complete you'll get no direction from me you'll get no direction from me

Tomorrow

Every day we profit so leaning toward the great unknown asking how it pertains to tomorrow aim for places we've not been trample paths that go between yesterdays foundations and tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be we spear ahead and forge our destiny who do they represent? who do you belive? make a sound decision for others to heed try to set a faster pace try to build a master race one that will make a contribution to tomorrow it's the way they say it's got to be we put aside our fears and make history the clothes are in the dryer and the writing is on the wall we're trying everything we can to stop this fall evryday we profit so leaning toward the great unknown

Two babies in the dark

There'a light on in the hallway so I can't understand why you hide underneath the covers there's a baby in your womb so don't be scared tonight because Raggedy ann is in the closet picking posies two babies in the dark like diamonds in the sand while pap's far away making children's stories the little one's inside so afraid to be alone she's trying to brave until the daddy comes home so if you chance to see her please tell her it's alright 'cause everyone fights the tendency to snap sometimes it's not a matter of being brave and strong 'cause noises in the house are terrifying I'll put you to sleep at night like a foreign movie I'll sing you lullabies and I'll teach you about everything and I'll only ask you one thing please save me

Heaven is falling

As I walk beneath the valley I shall fear no evil for thanks to King George and his rainbow cabinet today murder is legal God I know that it's wrong to kill my brother for what he hasn't done and as the planes blacken the sky it sounds like heaven is falling it sounds like heaven is falling you promises me a new day a'dawning I've seen a thousand points of light like so many points of hatred, shame and horror God I want to be a man but I don't want to die with a rifle in my hand and as the planes blacken the sky it sounds like heaven is falling it sounds like heaven is falling you promised me a new day a'dawning well nothing here looks new to me but a score of mothers' sons caught 'tween the devil and the deep blue sea

Atomic garden

everybody wants to dance in a playpen but nobody wants to play in my garden I see the hippies on an angry line guess they don't get my meaning I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend I like the Fourth of July when bombs start flashing and I wish I had a shiny red top a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up or maybe something bigger that could really go pop! so I could make the gardening stop come out to play come out to play and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day in my atomic garden all my scientists are working on a deadline so my psychologist is working day and night time they say they know what's best for me but tehye don't know what they're doing and I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev 'cause I'd wiggle all night like jelly in a pot at leats he's got a garden with a fertile plot and a party that will never stop I hope there's nothing wrong out there I'm watching from my room inside my room

The answer

Long ago in a dusty village full of hinger, pain and strife a man came forth with a vision of truth and the way to a better life he was convinced he had the answer and he complelled people to follow along but the hunger never vansihed and the man was banished and the village dried up and died at a time when wise men peered through glass tubes toward the sky the heavens changed in predictable ways and one man was able to find that he had thought he found the answer and he was quick to write his revelation but as they were scutinized in his colleagues eyes he soon became a mockery don't tell me the answer I've got ideas too but if you've got enough naivete and you've got conviction then the answer is perfect for you an urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge overwhelmed by industry searching for a modern day savior from another place inclined toward charity everyone's begging for an answer without regard to validity the searching never ends it goes on and on for eternity

Fertile crescent

Come and see the brilliant light don't let your emotions mask your sight it's the manifestation of a deeper fight that affects me and you my optimism was running high a new world order was on my mind but I couldn't belive it when I heard them say they're blowing it away and the fertile crescent is burning today and baby my emotions are too the cradle of humanity has led us all astray and we're all in this tigether don't you know 'cause our species has nowhere else to go aggression rears its ugly head retaliation brings further dread the two are linked by unseen threads that wind back through time I don't agree with the outdated trend nationalism is an evil friend but hatred is instilled by invisible lines drawn in our minds and the fertile crescent is haunting us today and baby our instincts are too the ghost of humanity is warning us this way and I think we all should need it don't you know 'cause we've got nowhere else to go

Chimaera

You took a time bomb and a case of crackers and you made a maelstrom of organic debris then you took a work bench and a rusty anvil and you polished them for everyone to see you have created an unhealthy monster but you're nowhere but nowhere to be found so I guess I'll just cope with my provisions from now until the day theu lay me down you took a babboon and made him perfect you took a lion and stripped him of his pride then you took a million more varieties a scalpel and a sartory and you stitched up a horrible surprise you have created an unsocial monster and you're searched for all over the globe and most belive that things would sure be better if you'd come down here and tell us what you know who is to blame for this? someone tell me please His handiwork is flawed and it's there for all to see mutataions, abberations and blatant anomalies they multiply and give rise to this...monstrosrity you took the most abundant smallest bits of matter and you instilled them with affinity and then you stratified accumulations weeded out bad variations and blended up your unique recipe you have created a powerful monster with direction and purpose all its own and if you were here would things be any different? or are you just a mosaic of thoughts alone?

Only entertainment

Transfixated on the big blue screen its your window to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep the man behind the weather map the editor in chief they control two worlds power and disease and you cannot supress you curiosity but see it's only entertainment superficial urgency posterboard mentality only entertainemnt tightly constrained the buzz that remains is the story of how we run our lives many our the people poor and suffering from the lack of coverage from the transmission beam and if it ever gets there you'll be offended too 'cause you cannot distinguish chicanery from truth see it's only entertainment a superficial episode as life continues to unfold only entertainment controlled and copied they've planted the seed that sprouts into your picture of the world can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away) from this electron beam? hey you, Mr. FCC have you no advice for me?