I'm going for a walk Not the after dinner kind I'm gonna use my hands And I'm gonna use my mind And who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You can
Blacktop pavement cover me Like a chemical reaction or a steam roller Spreading randomly There's a distant pause and low frequency It tickles my ear,
So you say you gotta know why the world goes 'round And you can't find the truth in the things you've found And you're scared shit less 'cos evil abounds
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swingin' doors And the croakin' speech he'd heard from countries counselors before They said, "We all care
Everywhere you looked there was Confusion, violence, drama and drugs So many righteous revolutionaries Spouting Utopian love Everyone shrouded in purple
Hey mister, don't point at me You shout rhetoric nonsense like a Pavlovian model Responding to questions Hey teacher, arrogance is bliss You spend your
Sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space There's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face Sitting on the fence post to watch the storm
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon And there's no one around to hear their
Have you been to the desert? Have you walked with the dead? There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread And the figures don't lie
Shed a tear for the criminal, give him something to believe Light a fire for the miserable, give the darkness some meaning Closed wounds harbor pestilence
Parched, cracked mouths, empty swollen guts Sun baked pavement encroaches on us Haves and have-not together at last Brutally engaged in mortal combat
by one, we all fall down The gray race shrivels trapped inside The world it creates it's black and white The gray race shrivels trapped inside The world
Let's go, despite that he saw blatant similarity He struggled to find a distinctive moiety All he found was vulgar superficiality But he focused it to
The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside The priest was kind and gentle
Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched
black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race
Tercüme: Bad Religion. Gray Race.
