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Aug. 5th, 2003 01:26 pmBad Religion, American Jesus:
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things that
Seem to pull us under
And there are things
That drag us down
But there's a power
And a vital presence
Thats lurking all around
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the
President's estate
I feel sorry
For the Earth's population
'cuz so few
Live in the USA
At least the foreigners
Can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few
Can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk
With renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expession in the faces
Of the starving children
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the clan
He's the motive and conscience
Of the murderer
He's the preacher on t. v.
The false sincerity
The form letter that's written
By the big computers
He's the nuclear bombs
And the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
He's inside me
I don't need to be a global citizen
Because I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things that
Seem to pull us under
And there are things
That drag us down
But there's a power
And a vital presence
Thats lurking all around
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the
President's estate
I feel sorry
For the Earth's population
'cuz so few
Live in the USA
At least the foreigners
Can copy our morality
They can visit but they cannot stay
Only precious few
Can garner the prosperity
It makes us walk
With renewed confidence
We've got a place to go when we die
And the architect resides right here
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day
(exercising his authority)
He's the farmers barren fields
The force the army wields
The expession in the faces
Of the starving children
The power of the man
He's the fuel that drives the clan
He's the motive and conscience
Of the murderer
He's the preacher on t. v.
The false sincerity
The form letter that's written
By the big computers
He's the nuclear bombs
And the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
He's inside me
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Date: 2003-08-05 10:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-05 10:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-05 10:53 am (UTC)Now, if you want to call Avril a successful musical dadaist, I'm with you on that.
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Date: 2003-08-05 11:07 am (UTC)I do enjoy the irony of Punk being a defacto 'establisment' by people (who claim to actually have a concrete objective definition) denouncing things to be "not punk." Exclusivity, how we Humans love it.
Just makes me giggle. Human foibles are so fun.
(I have no said 'punk' definition, myself necessarily, though my heart is with those who say punk lasted a few minutes when the sex pistiols groupies led by Siouxsie got up on stage after a show and performed the Lord's Prayer, and ended when they stopped. Now that's punk!)
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Date: 2003-08-05 11:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-08-05 11:07 am (UTC)