Bad Religion

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D  F C D  C

D               F              C
History doesn't make something right
D                  C
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise
D               Bb            F              C
You're tied and bound to this self indulgent enterprise
         D      C  D  F C  D   F C
We call America

  D                    F        C
A brush with a star, a token of love
  D                  C
A name in the sand, enough is enough
  D              F           C
A diet of air, a face on the net
  D                       F          C
A fish in your palm, your television set

D    Bb     F         C         D  Bb    F          C
Once you convince yourself, the universe falls into place
       D         Bb            F        C
You've got your ideas and your posse of friends
    D           Bb            F   C
You all make up rules and the fun never ends

Chorus:
    D                                   F           C
But still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air
    D                                   F              C
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    D                    F           C
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
    D                             F            C
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
           A  D C Bb F C A
There's no substance
              D
There's no substance

C  D  F C  D  C  D  C  D
C D  C

D    Bb     F         C         D  Bb    F          C
Once you convince yourself, the universe falls into place
       D         Bb            F        C
You've got your ideas and your posse of friends
    D           Bb            F   C
You all make up rules and the fun never ends

Chorus:
    D                                   F           C
But still there's a problem, leaves you gasping for air
    D                                   F              C
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
    D                    F           C
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
    D                             F            C
You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees
           A  D C Bb F C A
There's no substance
              D
There's no substance

            C
(There's no substance)
             D
There's no substance
            C
(There's no substance)
             D
There's no substance
            C
(There's no substance)
             D
There's no substance
            C           D
(There's no substance)