Bad Religion

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I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
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In the shower of the tentacled towers by the red light of America
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I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying
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And the underground heroes of the tarmac, shoot smack,
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                            were blowing up worlds, and damned out loud.
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Hey, can you tell me, how does it feel?

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                 E                B
Yeah, tell me... Can you imagine, for a second,
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                                  doing anything, that you don't have to?
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Well that's what I'm accustomed to, so hooray for me... and fuck you!

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When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank
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My angeldevil reveler shook me desperately in dying
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I don't exactly want to apologize for anything...
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And now we're all mad... and tangled... in sacred rooms... with roman candels
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On an endless graveyard train.

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Yeah, tell me... Can you imagine, for a second,
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                                  doing anything just because you want to?
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Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you!

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Yeah, I was dreaming through The Howzlife, yawning, car black in the night
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She told me mad and meaningless as ever
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And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme
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For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence!

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Tell me... Can you Imagine, for a second,
                                   F#                     B                  E
                                  trying half the things you ever wanted to?
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Well that's just what I do, so hooray for me... Oh yeah...

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I'm not respactable, and never sensible, I've been incredible
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So damned irascible, I like the things I do, so hooray for me... and fuck you!

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