destroy us rapidly Against the grain That's where I'll stay Swimming upstream I maintain against the grain Against the grain Against the grain Against the grain
Flyin' through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel The earth is turnin' and you know it very well Your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheelin'
Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about Don't speak to me of anarchy
Lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet Searching like a Diogenes Dangerous, the adjective of the decade And of your alluring intricacies
worth the risk Kyoto now we can't have vision for the future if it can't be fixed Alien we need a fresh and new religion to run our lives Hand in hand
So proud of history replete with sanctity Orbs in their harmony they sing their code to me Have you ever heard yourself the orbit that you're in? The
Offer me eternity And I'll trade a cup of coffee and a dime Lookin' for a handout On behalf of those who have so little time But who wants to live on
I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high I guess it made him feel like he could bluff the system
irreducible is the word for today, plastic compounds and nuclear waste, what the hell is the matter with the pople on this planet? have we all gone insane
one or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain
Translation: Bad Religion. Against The Grain.
or two, I maintain no discomfiture, my path again renewed, against the grain, that's where I'll stay, swimming upstream, I maintain against the grain
: flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling
: I've got nothing to say, I've got nothing to do, All of my neurons are functioning smoothly Yet still I'm a cyborg just like you, I'm one big myoma
: heard a sermon from a creaky pulpit with no one in the nave, I paid a visit to the synagogue and I left there feeling blame, no one could tell me what
: lie, lie, lie . . . the full moon is rising over dark water and the fools below are picking up sticks and the man in the gallows lies permanently waiting
: Everybody is talking about the girl Who went and killed the delivery man, But she looks so kind and gentle, It just doesn't stand to reason, I saw
