Bad Religion

Lyrics

Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door. If you nourish them and water them they’ll grow
into a healthy “what for?”
And if revolution isn’t what’s in store, how can you care anymore?

It’s a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip lest
the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve to a fundamentalist.

You’re an archetype that they can pin to the wall when you cling to your convictions like a farm
animal in its stall, never thinking of the bigger world outside, as they take you for a ride.

It’s a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip.
Because passion unabated can be readily conflated with belligerence.

It’s a dangerous slip and a conscientious shift. In the spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip.
And the verdict won’t be kind, cuz they’re desperate for a viable alternative.

Take a stance. The resist stance. Take a stance. The resist stance. Take a stance. The resist
stance. Take a stance. The resist stance!