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Bad Religion Against The Grain

me, going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer

one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain

random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard, ordered states of nature on a scale that no one thinks about, don't speak to me of anarchy

lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting

you how to think, cleansed your mind of sepsis and autonomy? or have you escaped scrutiny, and regaled yourself with depravity? now we all see, "religion

I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, All of my neurons are functioning smoothly Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma that

offer me eternity, and I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime, looking for a handout behalf of those who have so little time, but who wants to live on

I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket, he used to touch it when the wind was blowing high, I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system

what the hell is the matter with the people on this planet? have all gone insane? the stigma of industrial progress killing us over and over again, one