Bad Religion - No Substance lyrics
Consensus is not a fact-based exercise
You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise...
We call America
A brush with a star, a token of love
A name in the sand, enough is enough
A diet of air, a face on the net
A fish your palm, your television set
Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends
But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while your drop to your knees
There's no substance
Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends
But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while your drop to your knees
There's no substance
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Markovian Process
Tested
News from the Front
Leaders and Followers
The Answer
The Dodo
Follow the Leader
Hear It
Shades of Truth
All Fantastic Images
The Biggest Killer in American History
Raise Your Voice
Sowing the Seeds of Utopia
The Hippy Killers
The State of the End of the Millenium Ad
The Voracious March of Godliness
Mediocre Minds
Victims of the Revolution
Strange Denial
At the Mercy of Imbeciles
The Same Person
In So Many Ways
Bad Religion lyrics by album
Back To The Known
Bad Religion
Generator
How Could Hell Be Any Worse?
Into The Unknown
New America
No Control
No Substance
Process of Belief
Recipe for Hate
Stranger than Fiction
Suffer
The Empire Strikes First
The Gray Race
Unknown