BAD RELIGION / RECIPE FOR HATE
1993 - Epitaph / Atlantic
1.Recipe For Hate
2.Kerosene
3.American Jesus
4.Portrait of Authority
5.Man With a Mission
6.All Good Soldiers
7.Watch it Die
8.Struck a Nerve
9.My Poor Friend Me
10.Lookin' In
11.Don't Pray on Me
12.Modern Day Catastrophists
13.Skyscraper
14.Stealth
RECIPE FOR HATE
can't you feel it can't you see it the promise of prosperity it's overwhelming you and
me it afflicts us like a disease ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy
glue and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity the spread of culture
the sword of progress the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze the pomp
and elation the duty and vocation the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living
our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony our fore-fathers who led the way their
victims are still here today now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate our
history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate
KEROSENE
everywhere i look i see exclusive huddled uninviting shelter is privilege of the
same and competent kerosene keeps me warm i'm alone to watch it burn kerosene
exposure is a pitiful and pointless way of dying before it gets me i'll set a funeral
pyre kerosene keeps me warm i'm alone to watch it burn kerosene i'm a man and my
dignity won't wave tonight buildings rage! kerosene keeps me warm it feels so good
to watch it burn kerosene kerosene keeps me warm feels so good to watch it burn
kerosene
AMERICAN JESUS
i don't need to be a global citizen because i'm blessed by nationality i'm member of
a growing populace we enforce our popularity there are things that seem to pull us
under and there are things that drag us down but there's a power and a vital
presence thats lurking all around we've got the american jesus see him on the
interstate we've got the american jesus he helped build the president's estate i feel
sorry for the earth's population 'cuz so few live in the u.s.a. at least the foreigners
can copy our morality they can visit but they cannot stay only precious fewcan
garner the prosperity it makes us walk with renewed confidence we've got a place
to go when we die and the architect resides right here we've got the american jesus
overwhelming millions every day(exercising his authority) he's the farmers barren
fields the force the army wields the expression in the faces of the starving children
the power of the man he's the fuel that drives the clan he's the motive and
conscience of the murderer he's the preacher on t.v. the false sincerity the form
letter that's written by the big computer she's the nuclear bombs and the kids with
no moms and i'm fearful that he's inside me
chorus
one nation under god
PORTRAIT OF AUTHORITY
nothing more nothing less an icon on the wall decoration and duress that which
many strive to be its the merble statue standing over me and nobody has the will to
tear it down it determines wrong and right but to me its just a stereotype and it
makes us lose our sight the portait of authority you tell me that's what I'm supposed
to be (it embodies what he cannot be)another time another man and oppressive
intrusion and a plague across his land and it haunts him every day it tells him he has
no chance his hopes just fade away and he can't muster the support and to him it's
just a stereotype of his life-long fight
MAN WITH A MISSION
rescue me when i get too deep, talk to me there's nothing to tell, everyone, is a
hypocrite, look to me, i'll save your soul now somebody out there must be reading
my mail cuz' everybody knows i'm a man with a mission, coming to your town today, i
can damm you to fiery perdition, cuz' i'm a man with a mission follow me, when you
give up ,work for me, it'll serve you well everyone is a hypocrite, come to me, i'll
save your soul now somebody out there must be tapping my phone, cuz everybody
knows i'm a man with a mission, i'm gonna fly you away, high above the noise and
competition, yeah i'm a man with a mission, passing through your town today i
condemn you to fiery perdition, yeah i'm a man with a mission
ALL GOOD SOLDIERS
all good soldiers crack like boulders the sun climbs up to a razon, violins, new
boots, and numbers on a chain all good soldiers all good soldiers fall in line when
they march and shout-are a spectacle marching and singing-will go anywhere the
president says- because the president believes in god-like all good soldiers wait
like warheads- when the fighting starts who will be accountable, a cannibal, a
cannonball it's six a.m. i can see my breath and the clay dirt is laughing at the
weakling boy-today is the day that i'll write my friends its something i've been trying
to remember - i had a dream of a wall that was twenty-one stories tall...all good
soldiers fall in line when they march and shout-are a respectable marching and
signing- will go anywhere the president says-because the president believes in
god- like all good soldiers should
WATCH IT DIE
i was born on planet earth the rotating ball where man comes first it's been around
for a long time but now its time to watch it die i saw a man on my big blue screen he
ruled the world economy he said the rich would never concede but some day soon
he'll be put to sleep i've seen the life of the forest green and adaptations of the
deep blue sea and who knows who is the fittest they will all soon be put to rest on a
plunging flight and we're sitting in the pilots seat in the midst of life people on a
dark horizon praying somebody will save their lives i was born on the planet ear that
a drastic time full of plastic mirth and every day i've seen increasing signs and you
would too if you'd opened your eyes you had a chance you did not try so now it's
time to watch it die
STRUCK A NERVE
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it isn't even christmas he
sees a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to
his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes as the spends
her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight and i guess it struck a nerve like i had
to squint my eyes you can never get outof the line of sight like a barren winter dayor
a patch of unburned green like a tragic real dream i guess it struck a nerve every
day i wanderin negative disposition as i'm bombarded by superlatives that i am not
alone introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation but i'm thinking altruistcally and a
wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and i guess it thought my heart we
just haven't got time to crack the maze like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in
our cells a collision in the dark i guess it struck a nerve i try to close my eyes but i
cannot ignore the stimuli if theres a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life
MY POOR FRIEND ME
i know a man who doesnt have many friends i know a place he lives where trouble
never ends i know its hard for himto read 'tween the lines and his days are getting
so much shorter he simply turns away instead of bearing down his ship is crumbling
his crew is one of clowns he doesnt care as long as he can wear the crown i know
this man all too well its my poor friend mea portrayal of the great dichotomy (a
reminder of a tragic history)its my poor friend me and im running out of steam i know
there are people who are cynical and vane they point their finger 'cuz they can't
accept the blame they live their lives under a blanket of shame and their progeny
crawl from underneath it lately i've come to see the solution and it begins with me
but i'm so fallibly human i've picked the lot
LOOKIN' IN
suddenly, it came to me a potent dosage of reality i saw myself in the broad daylight
and it made me think about life im not the kinda guy who nods his head with closed
eyes i scoff at labels i defy censuses and despise group mentality all along i through
that this was only human but i know now that i'm in the minority i'm lookin' in now i
think in relation to my fellow man and what strives to do we fail to see theres no
compromise our evolution is our demise one day you may find that you are also one
of me a microcosm of the human race observing those around us desiring to belong
behind the guise of salvation we suffer along the way we're lookin' in
DON'T PRAY ON ME
a grizzly scene on my electron beam told a story about human rights so all of kings
horses and all of kings men had a riot for two days and nights well, the city exploded
but the gates wouldn't open so the company asked him to quit now everybody's
equal just don't measure it well hanson did it hester and mark david did it to john
and maybe jack dit it to marilyn but he did it to south vietnam for beauty and glory for
money, love and country everybody's doing it, don't do that to me i don't know what
stopped jesus christ from turning every hungry stone into bread and i don't
remember hearing how moses reacted when the innocent first born sons lay dead
well i guess god was a lot more demonstrative back when he flamboyantly parted
the sea now everybody's praying don't prey on me
MODERN DAY CATASTROPHISTS
take those potatoes out of your ear listen to the warnings verify all your fears
there's a world outside that's ready to blow and we're all to blame when it finally
explodes you gotta listen up gotta listen to what they're telling you gotta listen up
and think about what they're saying to you they're the modern day catastrophists
they've got practical solutions (know all the right equations)they're the
self-appointed righteous pragmatists and they know 50 ways to save the world what
makes you think you can cure our disease? maybe its just our biology maybe its time
to make room for another species this is the 21st century
SKYSCRAPER
come let us make bricks and burn them hard we'll build a city with a tower for the
world and climb so we can reach anything at all build me up, tear me down like a
skyscraper build me up, then tear down these joining walls so they can't climb at all i
know why you tore it down that day you throught, if you got caught we'd all go away
like a spoiled little baby who can't come out to play you had your revenge build me
up, tears me down like a skyscraper build me up, then tear down these joining walls
so they can't climb at all
STEALTH
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