BAD RELIGION - Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever

Drop dead, it doesnt matter, she said
It only hurts when I laugh, she said
Sometimes its never a crime
To spend the day in bed
She made certain that the curtains were red
To dream better by the light they would shed
She leaned back, tilted her head
And this is what she said

You cant win; think it over again
I cant win; look at the trouble Im in
We cant win and were stuck here together
Yeah, I hope it will last forever.

Dont ever dare to hope, he said
So Im never let down too bad
I know theres nowhere to go
So Ill just stay here, instead
He knew better than to pull at a thread
They unravel like the thoughts in his head
He looked out; it filled him with dread
And this is what he said


With good books and looks on their side
And hearts bursting with national pride
They sang songs and went along for the ride
And the other side complied
They said, "Hey, man, where do you reside?"
"And could it be mothers superior lied?"
"And is it possible too many have died?"
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