1000 More Fools
Bad Religion
Suffer
I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolcic birth
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes
Inchoate beatitude the lord of the flies
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay
A thousand more fools are being born every fucking day
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way
With microwave transmission they bombard us every day
The masses are obsequious contented in their sleep
The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep
So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
Brother you'd better get down on your knees and pay
A thousand more fools are being born every fucking day
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