Lyrics
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 fore-fothers 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
Song details
Artist: bad religion