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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad Religion
Bad Religion
Performer
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Background Vocals
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Lead Vocals
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
Greg Hetson
Greg Hetson
Guitar
James Brian Baker
James Brian Baker
Guitar
Jay Bentley
Jay Bentley
Background Vocals
Mikaleno
Mikaleno
Sitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Composer
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Producer
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Producer
Billy Joe Bowers
Billy Joe Bowers
Engineer
Jeff Moses
Jeff Moses
Assistant Engineer
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Phillip Broussard Jr.
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Nothing comes easier than madness in the world today Mass paranoia is a mode not a malady Yeah, I'd like to watch a thousand cable channels, but there's nothing on And the high speed connections monitored daily by the pentagon These things are seldom what they seem I'm not inclined to enjoy my dreams (won't go away) (No peace) no peace (and no friends) and no friends (We trace) we trace the mortal edge (with no defense) To state the obvious, this world is perilous for us No sense (no sense) and no guide (no guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense We are the prey and culture is the predator I'm running out of time where conditions are positional Shadows of a doubt cast reluctance and depravity There's got to be a way to overcome this grim reality Is there an option left for me? I'm not immune to despondency There's no way (No peace) no peace (and no friends) and no friends (We trace) we trace the mortal edge (with no defense) To state the obvious, this world is perilous for us No sense (no sense) and no guide (no guide) Ain't it beautiful to be alive? (Yeah, right) I won't resign before the struggle ends So I'll construct this sound defense There's a signpost on the corner And it keeps everybody safe We were all made in this shape And your mother's in the kitchen Where she's patching all the cracks in the wall We never had a care in the world Oh-oh, oh-oh (No shade) too much to sacrifice (and no light), it's hard to recognize (Just black) traps to compromise (and white), obscuring deadly alibis (My plans), it's combinational (designs), the pressure's so intense So I'll construct this sound defense (No way) nothing's plainer than the madness in the world today (No sign) I must conceal myself, and steal myself, and break away (No grace) I see condition in the matters that are black and white (No sense) so I'll construct this sound defense
Writer(s): Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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