Texty:
Bad Religion The New America

Come on! It could happen to you A defect From the wasted outskirts of Los Angeles With a crumpled up pass for the R.D.D. And no authority or trajectory

(We don't need) Any more mountains Because the trail builders Failed to give us passage there So we can't reach the sky (We don't need) Any more failure

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throng Who want a brighter destiny And say with me We are the new America This is the new America We are the new America This is the new America Let'

Shut your eyes See the future's distant shore March ahead More enlightened than before And there's sure to be bumps And distractions But I know we'll

lame senility wake up the new america wo-oh! transcend the mass hysteria wo-oh! change is the thing you're wary of wo-oh! we need a new america wo-oh

: A rhapsody! contestants in disguise a nation of desire but who will win the prize? the people stand united, reluctantly aligned copying and lying are

: You were the one, you were my everything never apart, no one in-between then one day, when you went your own way you felt justified, and I was mortified

: I don't want to live in a world without melody sometimes the rhythmic din of society is too much for me but purpose is prioritized these days, the