Testi:
Bad Religion The Empire Strikes First

This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners, with grave allegiances, so meaningless and vain, though walking wounded in a pageant of contenders

Here we go now No one here can show you where it is but I can point to a sign On the roof of the world without apparent design The frozen definition

Striking at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time And elegant in its fury An aberrant crack as skeletons

There's a prophet on a mountain and he's making up dinner with long division and writing crop anybody can feel like a winner when it's served up piping

Right now Well it's finally time to face my fears Gunna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequences clear There's

We strike first and we're unrehearsed here we go again to stage the greatest show on heaven and earth come on, get your money's worth don't wanna

Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I failed to stray Cause I had nothing

This song goes out To all the hopeless sinners With grave allegiances So meaningless and vain The walking wounded In a pageant of contenders Who balance

Maybe it?s too late for intellectual debate But a residue of confusion remains All changin' with the times And you better make up your minds Are the average