BAD RELIGION / SUFFER
1988 - Epitaph Records
Help Me Out
1.You Are (The Government)
2.1000 More Fools
3.How Much is Enough?
4.When?
5.Give you Nothing
6.Land of Competition
7.Forbidden Beat
8.Best for You
9.Suffer
10.Delirium of Disorder
11.Part II (The Numbers Game)
12.What Can you Do?
13.Do What You Want
14.Part IV (The Index Fossil)
15.Pessimistic Lines
YOU ARE (THE GOVERNMENT)
hey sit down and listen and they'll tell you when you're wrong eradicate but
vindicate as "progress" creeps along puritan work ethic maintains its subconscious
edge as old glory maintains your consciousness there's a loser in the house and a
puppet on a stool and a crowded way of life and a black reflecting pool and as the
people bend, the moral fabric dies then country can't pretend to ignore its people's
cries you are the government you are jurisprudence you are the volition you are
jurisdiction and i make a difference too
1000 MORE FOOLS
i heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth phantasmal myriads of sane
bucolic birth i've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes inchoate beatitude, the
lord of the flies so what does it mean when your mind starts to stray? kaleidoscopic
images of love on the way brother, you'd better get down on your knees and pay
1000 more fools are being born every fucking day they try to tell me that the lamb is
on the way with microwave transmissions they bombard us everyday the masses are
osequious, contented in their sleep the vortex of their minds ensconsed within the
murky deep
HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?
tell me can the hateful chain be broken production and consumption define our
hollow lives avarice lead us 'cross the ocean toward a land that's better, much more
bountiful and wide when will mankind finally come to realize his surfeit has become
his demise? how much is enough to kill oneself? that quantity is known today as we
blow ourselves away tell me is there anything so sure? rapacity, tenacity, capacity,
for more! like a dog that feeds until he suffers, the infirmity of man is brought on by
his selfish cure
WHEN?
i've seen a lot of things in 5 years, i struggle just to hold back the tears but every
fuckin' where i go, i see the pathos that, i know, will spell the termination of us all
someone's got to tell me, do you see that teverything around you has a hidden
tragedy? seeds of happiness have never found a place to grow and our generation
doesn't know when, when will you try to change the logarithmic face of kissing
things goodbye? when will you know that human life is so short and death is oh so
slow? i've tried to make things make sense but i can't i'm happy just to watch them
all and laugh and if you think you've got it made just revel in your selfish ways 'cuz
when the world stops turning so will you!
TOM CLEMENT
hey, everybody's looking but they never can see all the angst, corruption, and the
dishonesty think about the times and places you've never known you're a
man-swarm atom and yet you're alone so i give you me, i give you nothing! so you've
got a place that you can call all your own but you make a habit of carrying the stone
look around and ask someone if you are alive you're a sidewalk cipher speaking
prionic jive respectable , despicable, it seems all the same, now we realize that we
have nothing to say if your reserve is weak, audacity complete, ask yourself again
"do i deserve much from them?" no!
LAND OF COMPETITION
see, theres a girl who's afraid of the world so she stays at home next there's a boy
who seems so lost in his joy he's all alone the camera's on them, they're in the land
of competition southern california air feeds them and they know they're the best cuz
of the way they are dressed but you can bet you are not welcome in their home see
there's a girl who sits and watches the world from her blue screen also a boy who
truly wants to destroy his hometown scene they both want to travel to the land of
competition southern california will destory them and they won't be the best, they'll
be the poseurs who dress like the plastic idiots who they copy tell me what do you
need to make you happy? indeed is it out of your reach? beware of number one, see
all the damage it has done there are so few of them, you won't find too many in the
land of competition southern california doesn't breed them if you just want the best,
turn to yourself for the rest and forget about the ones who "have it all"
FORBIDDEN BEAT
there was a boy who had too many toys and an ache inside of his bones he sought
extrication thorugh chemical vocation and now he answers to jones it's deadly and
alluring, the sound of pounding heat enslaving all who dare succumb to temptations
of the forbidden beat thinking, today, of what i want to say thinking of inhibition and
vice what they call straight i do relegate as i cautiously saltate along it thunders
away at first light of each and the simpleton lifestyle evolves but soon enters dusk
as the last surrey rusts and a new day, upon us, results
BEST FOR YOU
above us lay the burdens, below us lay the truth we're somewhere in the middle,
and we're all discontent too is someone watching over you? inside, they know
what's best for you judgement's not tomorrow, it's today (yes, now it's here) but no it
isn't jesus, take a look at all your peers, they're all looking down on you, inside they
know what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you everybody knows
what's best for you everybody knows what's best for you everybody knows what's
best for you....
SUFFER
did you ever see the concrete stares of everyday? the lunatic, the hypocrite are all
lost in the fray can;t you see their lives are just like yours an unturned stone, an
undiscovered door leading to the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you the masses
of humanity have always had to suffer the business man whose master plan controls
the world each day is blind to indications of his specie's slow decay people blow
their minds they choose to resign this deformed society is part of the design it'll
never go away it's in the cards that way the masses of humanity will always, always
have to suffer!!
DELIRIUM OF DISORDER
life is the sieve through which my anarchy strains resolving itself into works chaos
is the score upon which reality is written the timeless, swirling gyroscopic horde
delirium of disorder i am just an atom in an ectoplasmic sea without direction or a
reason to exist the anechoic nebula rotating in my brain is persuading me,
contritely, to persist
PART II (THE NUMBERS GAME)
it's superfictial progress, they call it liberation which opiates of silicon, big brother
schemes to rule the nation we're one nation under god, we stand above the rest
with mighty high technology, we're never second best our speciality is infiltration!
so pack your bags you third world nation, victory through domination the trepidation
throngs, all fear the big eye in the sky the government observes them with their
own electric eye automatons, illiterates and indigents of every shape and size don't
stop but aid this cruel crusade participate in their own demise prepare yourself for
subjugation victory thorugh domination!
WHAT CAN YOU DO?
so you waste another day, getting older and gray in the head and you're hearing lots
of stories 'bout the happy times you have ahead there are other folks in power so
you kick back and get farther behind and although the world rotates itself the only
thing you twist is your mind you see the world's falling apart at the rifts and
surprisingly, the leaders can't make any sense of it you mean nothing to the world
we're all someone'e else's fool but oh what can you do? "yeah you waste your time
with losers if you get stuck in a rock and roll band" do you find it more rewarding to
compete with morons throughout this land? they seem to be in power so i kick back
and get farther behind and i watch them as they fuck up every good thing on this
earth with their minds
DO WHAT YOU WANT
hey, do what you want but don't do it around me idleness and dissipation breed
apathy i sit on my ass all goddamn day a misanthropic anthropoid with nothing to say
what you must, do all you can break all the fucking rules and go to hell with
superman and die like a champion hey, i don't know if the bllions will survive but i'll
believe in god when 1+1=5 my moniker is man, and i'm rotten to the core i'll tear
down the building just to pass through the door!!
PART FOUR (THE INDEX FOSSIL)
we're widespread and well fed the earth's rotating fate is in our head we're
dominant and prominent and all our dieties omnipotent and immortality is in our
mastermind and we destroy everything we can find, and tomorow, when the human
clock stops and the world stops ticking, we'll be an index fossil buried in our own
debris we're listless, promiscuous, and life to us is either hit or miss, we're savoir
faire and deboner and things we do are done with pride and care
PESSIMISTIC LINES
so here we are again to experience the bitter, scalding end and we're the only ones
who can perceive it but others sing of beauty and the story that has unfolded as one
that deserves praise and ritual my pessimistic lines, your superstitious lives, and
the modern ages lives won't absolve you and the professional truth and the dear
clairvoyant youth and of course, the nightly news will deceive you (watch out)
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