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
Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue St. Anne's skirts are billowing But down here in the city of the lime lights The fans of Santa Ana
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
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
can't win, and we're stuck here together Yeah, I hope it will last forever" "Don't ever dare to hope" he said So I'm never let down too bad I know there
Strikin' at mental apparitions Like a drunk on a vacant street Silently beset by the hands of time Indelicate 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
The road is narrow, the horizon wide And to say what's waiting on the other side Is so rewarding and the ultimate prize But what good is something if
The quickening Is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise of
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh Innocence burned, a line on the stake Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died
Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There
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 live
[Instrumental]
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 nothin'
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
Tłumaczenie: Bad Religion. The Empire Strikes First.
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