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Bad Religion
Bad Religion


Background information
Origin Woodland Hills, California
Genre(s) Punk Rock
Melodic Hardcore
Hardcore Punk
Years active 1979—present
Label(s) Epic Records
Atlantic Records
Epitaph Records
Associated acts Error
Circle Jerks
Black President
Infectious Grooves
Minor Threat
Government Issue
Dag Nasty
Daredevils
Bad4Good
Suicidal Tendencies
Website Website
Members
Greg Graffin
Brett Gurewitz
Jay Bentley
Greg Hetson
Brian Baker
Brooks Wackerman
Former members
Jay Ziskrout
Davy Goldman
Tim Gallegos
Pete Finestone
John Albert
Lucky Lehrer
Bobby Schayer
Paul Dedona



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Bad Religion Album


Recipe For Hate (1993)
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can't you feel it can't you see it
the promise of prosperity
it's overwhelming you and me
it afflicts us like a disease
ubiquitous compelling too
we cling to you like crazy glue
and inject such a potent seed
it's best for all humanity
the spread of culture
the sword of progress
the vector of suffrage
a warm and septic breeze
the pomp and elation
the duty and vocation
the blood of the hybrid
it's just a recipe
re-living our ancestry
the frightful lack of harmony
our forefathers who led the way
their victims are still here today
now it's time to erase the story
of our bogus fate
our history as it's portrayed
it's just a recipe for hate

. . .


everywhere I look I see
exclusive huddled uninviting
shelter is a privilege
of the sane and competent
kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone to watch it burn
kerosene
exposure is a pitiful
and pointless way of dying
before it gets me
I'll build a funeral pyre
kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone to watch it burn
kerosene
i'm a man and
my dignity won't wave
Tonight buildings rage!
kerosene keeps me warm
it feels so good
to watch it burn kerosene
kerosene keeps me warm
I'm alone
to watch it burn kerosene
kerosene keeps me warm
it feels so good
to watch it burn kerosene
kerosene keeps me warm
it feels so good
to watch it burn kerosene

. . .


I don't need to be a global citizen,
'Cuz i'm blessed by nationality.
I'm member of a growing populace,
We enforce our popularity.
There are things that seem to pull us under and,
There are things that drag us down.
But there's a power and a vital presence,
It's lurking all around.

We've got the American Jesus,
See him on the interstate.
We've got the American Jesus,
He helped build the President's estate.

I feel sorry for the Earth's population,
'Cuz so few live in the U.S.A.
At least the foreigners can copy our morality,
They can visit but they cannot stay.
Only precious few can garner our prosperity,
It makes us walk with renewed confidence.
We got a place to go when we die,
And the architect resides right here.

We've got the American Jesus,
Bolstering national faith.
We've got the American Jesus,
Overwhelming millions every day.

He's the farmer's barren fields,
(in god)
The force the army wields,
(we trust)
Expressions on the faces of the starving millions,
(because he's one of us)
The power of the man,
(break down)
He's the fuel that drives the clan,
(cave in)
He's the motive and the conscience of the murderer,
(we can redeem our sins)
He's the preacher on T.V. ,
(strong heart)
The false sincerity,
(clear mind)
The form letter that's written by the big computers,
(and infinitely kind)
The nuclear bombs,
(you lose)
The kids with no moms,
(we win)
And i'm fearful that he's inside me...
(he is our champion)

One nation under god...


We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got the American Jesus
Bolstering national faith
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

One nation, under God...

. . .


nothing more nothing less
an icon on the wall decoration and duress
that which many strive to be
its the merble statue staring over me
and nobody has the will to tear it down
it determines wrong and right
but to me its just a stereotype
and it makes us lose our sight
the portait of authority
you tell me
that's what im supposed to be
(it embodies what he cannot be)
another time another man
and oppressive intrusion
and a plague across his land
and it haunts him every day
it tells him that he has no chance
his hopes just fade away
and he lives his life prepared to tear it down
but he can't muster the support
and to him it's just a stereotype
of his life-long fight

. . .


rescue me when I get too deep,
talk to me there's nothing to tell,
Everyone, is a hypocrite,
look to me,
I'll save your soul
Now somebody out there must be
reading my mail
Cuz' everybody knows
Follow me, when you give up,
Work for me, it'll serve you well
Everyone is a hypocrite, come to me,
I'll save your soul
Now somebody out there must be
tapping my phone,
Cuz everybody knows
I'm a man with a mission,
I'm gonna fly you away,
high above the noise and competition,
I'm a man with a mission,

Somebody out there
must be reading my mail
'Cuz everybody knows
I'm a man with a mission
Passing through your town today
I condemn you
to fiery perdition,
I'm a man with a mission

. . .


all good soldiers crack like boulders
The sun climbs up to a razon,
violins, new boots, and numbers on a chain
All good soldiers

(Chorus) All good soldiers fall in line
when they march and shout-
are a spectacle
marching and singing-
will go anywhere the president says-
because the president believes in God-
like all good soldiers should

All good soldiers wait like warheads-
When the fighting starts who will
be accountable, a cannibal, a cannonball
All good soldiers. All good soldiers.

(Chorus)

It's six A.M. I can see my breath
and the clay dirt
is laughing at the weakling boy-
today is the day
that I'll write my friends
its something I've been
trying to remember-
I had a dream of a wall
that was twenty-one stories tall...

(Chorus)

. . .


i was born on planet earth
the rotating ball where man comes first
it's been around for a long, long time
but now its time to watch it die
i saw a man on my big blue screen
he ruled the world economy
he said the rich would never concede
but someday soon he'll be put to sleep
i've seen the life of the forest green
and adaptations of the deep blue sea
and who knows who is the fittest
they will all soon be put to rest
on a plunging flight and we're sitting
in the pilots seat in the midst of life
people on a dark horizon praying
somebody will save their lives
i was born on the planet earth
at a drastic time full of plastic mirth
and every day i've seen increasing signs
and you would too if you'd opened your eyes
you had a chance you did not try
so now it's time to watch it die


. . .


there's an old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
and it isn't even christmas
he sees a note in the obituary
that his last friend has died
there's an infant clinging
to his overweight mother in the cold
as they go to shop for cigarettes
and she spends her last dollar
on a bottle of vodka for tonight

and i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a patch of unburned green
like a tragic real dream
i guess it struck a nerve

every day i wander
in negative disposition
as i'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well that i am not alone
introverted
i look to tomorrow for salvation
but i'm thinking altruistcally
and a wave of overwhelming doubt
turns me to stone

and i guess it struck a nerve
sent a murmur through my heart
we just haven't got time
to crack the maze
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
i guess it struck a nerve

i try to close my eyes
but i can not ignore the stimuli
if there's a purpose for us all
it remains a secret to me
don't ask me to justify my life

cuz i guess it struck a nerve
like i had to squint my eyes
you can never get out
of the line of sight
like a magic speeding clock
or a cancer in our cells
a collision in the dark
i guess it struck a nerve

. . .


I know a man who doesn`t have many friends,
I know a place he lives where trouble never ends,
I know it`s hard for him to read between the lines,
and his day are getting so much shorter,

he simply turns away and dons a bitter frown,
his world is crumbling,
his ship is weighted down,
he doesn`t care as long as he can wear the crown,

I know this man all too well,
it`s my poor friend me,
a portrayal of the great dichotomy
it`s my poor friend me
and I`m running out of steam

I know there are people who are cynical and vane,
they point their finger cuz they can`t accept the blame,
they live their lives under a blanket of shame
and their progeny crawl from underneath it,

lately I`ve come to see the solution,
and it begins with me,
but I`m so fallibly human,
I pick the lock
but will not turn the key, yea

all people running scared we live breath and die
all too aware that time is slipping on by
we have solutions but don't even try
and i feel i know just who to blame

it`s my poor friend me,
a reminder of a tragic history
it`s my poor friend me
and I`m running out of steam

. . .


suddenly, it came to me
a potent dosage of reality
i saw myself in the broad daylight
and it made me think
about life
im not the kinda guy
who nods his head
with closed eyes
i scoff at labels
i defy censuses
and despise group mentality
all along i through
that this was only human
but i know now that
i'm in the minority
i'm lookin' in
now i think in relation to
my fellow man
and what strives to do we fail to see
theres no compromise
our evolution
is our demise
one day you may find
that you are also one of me
a micrososm
of the human race
observing those around us
desiring to belong
behing the guise of salvation
we suffer along the way
we're lookin' in


. . .


A grizzly scene on my electron beam
Told a story about human rights
So all of kings horses
And all of kings men had a riot
For two days and nights
Well, the city exploded
But the gates wouldn't open
So the company asked him to quit
Now everybody's equal
Just don't measure it

Well hansson did it to hester
And mark david did it to john
And maybe jack did it to marilyn
But he did it to south vietnam
For beauty and glory
For money, love and country
Everybody's doing it
Don't do that to me

A bitter debate and feminine fate
Lie in tandem like two precious babes
While the former gets warmer
It's the latter that matters
Excepts on the nation's airwaves
And custodians of public opinion state facts
After vainly discussing her rights
Lay hands off her body
It's not your fuckin' life!

Now I don't know what stopped Jesus Christ
From turning every hungry stone into bread
And I don't remember hearing how Moses reacted
When the innocent first born sons lay dead
Well I guess God was a lot more demonstrative back
When he flamboyantly parted the sea
Now everybody's praying
Don't pray on me

. . .


take those potatoes out of your ear
listen to the warnings
verify all your fears
there's a world outside
that's ready to blow
and we're all to blame
when it finally explodes
you gotta listen up
gotta listen to what
they're sayin' to you
gotta listen up and think
about what they're telling you
they're the modern day catastrophists
they've got practical solutions
(know all the right equations)
they're the self-appointed
righteous pragmatists
and they know 50 ways
to save the world
what makes you think
you can cure our disease?
maybe its just our biology
maybe its time to make room
for another species
this is the 21st Century

. . .


Come let us make bricks
and burn them hard
We'll build a city
with a tower for the world
and climb so we can reach
anything we may propose
anything at all
Build me up, Tear me down
like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down
These joining Walls
So they can't climb at all
I know why you tore it down that day
You thought, that if you got caught
we'd all go away
Like a spoiled little baby
who can't come out and play
You had your revenge
Build me up, tear me down
like a skyscraper
Build me up, then tear down
these joining walls
So they can't climb at all
Well madness reigned,
and paradise drowned,
when Babel's walls
came crashing down
and the echo was war
the story lived that was highly understood,
and never any good.
Build me up....

. . .


"Hi..Welcome to Stealth"

This is a strong an confound
This weekend i will spend over 800 million dollers on drugs
first, i will continue pushing the narcotics for all low income
people not covered and soon after that we can get rid of each
and every one of them and im doin what i think is right an i certainly
deserve it
gnight

. . .


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