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Bad Religion Recipe For Hate Struck A Nerve (words and music by Greg Graffin) there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it is'nt even christmas he see's a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as the 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 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 thought 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 strunk a nerve i try to close my eyes but i cannot ignore the stimuli if theres a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me don't ask me to justify my life |
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