Bad Religion Lyrics Quiz: Hard

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You will all say, that I am surely crazy, only an unrepentant pessimist who's thoughts should be detained

Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat, excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less

You're dying, you asshole, your religion can't help you now

Life is a sieve through which my anarchy strains, resolving itself into works, chaos is the score upon which reality is written: A timeless, swirling, gyroscopic horde, sickow!!

Welcome my son to where the work is never done. And the hungry are seldom ever fed

Well, it was punk-fifteen in the evening, and it was time to set the town on fire. I saw my boots and my hair as reflected in the mirror

Just a ghost of what her parents thought a little girl should be

Some other ass-backward country will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated children anyway

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No actions is no gift from some masked spirit in the sky.

Amidst darkness let us vow to ensure her light will be remembered

I'm only a visitor, an atom of atoms on a jutting red spattered synagogue of granite as it crouches literally in space, a frozen amoral giant gazing heavenward forever

Is it possible to win this pointless mortal game? 'Cuz when death comes it's swift and my friend, we end up all the same

The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep. The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep.

Run, but don't be scared to look behind. Stop, don't wait too long, make up your mind.

In the turbulent conscious stream, The Unbearable Lightness of Being