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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