A sullen figure walked along a dusty road
His life was holy and he couldn’t bear the load
He left his people and a simple life behind
He raised his torso and looked into the sky
Shouting his questions
Looking for directions
What do I do now?
Now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray
The stresses of maturing compound every day
She glances up to see her favorite video
And gets ideas from Madonna’s nasty clothes
In need of affection
She craves the directions
Her heroes offer her
Everyone’s looking for something
And they assume somebody else knows what it is
No one can live without decisions of their own
It seems as though they look to someone else to
Tell them what to be
Tell them what to wear
Tell them what to say
Tell them how to act and think
And compel others compulsively until
The world is all like them
A righteous student came and asked me to reflect
He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
I don’t believe in self-important folks who preach
No Bad Religion song can make your life complete
Prepare for rejection
You’ll get no direction from me
You’ll get no direction from me
You’ll get no direction from me
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