Vocals: | Greg Graffin |
Guitar: | Brett Gurewitz |
Bass: | Jay Bentley |
Guitar: | Greg Hetson |
Guitar: | Brian Baker |
Drums: | Brooks Wackerman |
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 on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain
And everything is barely mist - blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt I kneel to pray like one devout
As time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern God
Erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain
And everything is dearly missed - blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
There's an endless disposition and it doesn't mean a god damn thing
There's a space for a paper airplane race in the eye of a hurricane
And if pigs could fly then surely so could I
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try
My divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed - blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend tell me
Can that be all there is?
Acclaimed Los Angeles punk rock band Bad Religion's new album entitled Age of Unreason is out now on Epitaph Records. Since the group’s formative years …