Bad Religion

Bad Religion - No Substance songtekst

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History doesn't make something right
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise
You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise...
We call America
A brush with a star, a token of love
A name in the sand, enough is enough
A diet of air, a face on the net
A fish your palm, your television set
Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends
But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while your drop to your knees
There's no substance
Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends
But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while your drop to your knees
There's no substance
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Greg Graffin

Componist: ?

Publisher: Atlantic Recording Corporation, Polypterus Music, Warner-Tamerlane Music Publishing, One Trick Pony, Amazing Leaping Creskin, Endemic Idea

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Vertalingen: Frans

Komt voor op: No Substance (1998) , Punk Rock Songs (2002)

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