Biography:
Bad Religion is a punk rock band from Los Angeles, California, known for the social commentary in their lyrics. The band was formed in 1979 by high school students Greg Graffin (vocals), Jay Bentley (bass guitar), Jay Ziskrout (drums), and Brett Gurewitz (guitar). In 1981, they released their eponymous debut EP on their own newly-formed label, Epitaph, managed and owned by Gurewitz. 1982 saw the release of their first full-length album, How Could Hell be Any Worse?, which gained them a sizable following.
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Other songs:
- Generator
- Grains Of Wrath
- Infected
- Linoleum
- Live Again The Fall Of Man
- New Dark Ages
- Punk Rock Song
- Sorrow
- Chronophobia
- 10 In 2010
- 1000 More Fools
- 21St Century Digital Boy
- A Walk
- Adams Atoms
- All There Is
- Along The Way
- American Jesus
- Anesthesia
- Atomic Garden
- Avalon
- Before You Die
- Best For You
- Better Off Dead
- Big Bang
- Billy
- Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever
- Bored And Extremely Dangerous
- Broken
- Cease
- Change Of Ideas
- Changing Tide
- Chasing The Wild Goose
- Chimaera
- Come Join Us
- Crisis Time
- Cyanide
- Damned To Be Free
- Dearly Beloved
- Delirium Of Disorder
- Dept Of False Hope
- Do What You Want
- Doing Time
- Dont Pray On Me
- Dont Sell Me Short
- Drastic Changes
- Dream Of Unity
- Drunk Sincerity
- Eat Your Dog
- Empty Causes
- Faith Alone
- Faith In God
- Father Christmas
- Finite
- Flat Earth Society
- Forbidden Beat
- Fuck Armageddon This Is Hell
- Fuck You
- God Song
- Gods Love
- Hark The Herald Angels Sing
- Heaven Is Falling
- Hello Cruel World
- Henchman
- Hole In The Ship
- Honest Goodbye
- Hooray For Me
- How Much Is Enough
- I Love My Computer
- I Wont Say Anything
- In The Night
- In Their Hearts Is Right
- Incomplete
- Induvidual
- Inner Logic
- Its A Long Way To The Promised Land
- Its Only Over When
- Land Of Competition
- Latch Key Kids
- Let It Burn
- Let It Slide
- Los Angeles Is Burning
- Lost Pilgrim
- Man With A Mission
- Marked
- Markovian Process
- Million Days
- Misery And Famine
- Modern Day Catastrophists
- My Poor Friend Me
- New America
- News From The Front
- No Control
- No Direction
- Nobody Listens
- Nothing To Dismay
- O Come O Come Emmanuel
- Only Gonna Die
- Only Rain
- Out Of Hand
- Part Ii The Numbers Game
- Part Iii
- Part Lll
- Past Is Dead
- Pity
- Pity The Dead
- Positive Aspect
- Pride And The Pallor
- Progress
- Prove It
- Quality Or Quantity
- Queen Of The 21St Century
- Robin Hood In Reverse
- Sanity
- Scrutiny
- Shattered Faith
- Skyscraper
- Slumber
- Social Suicide
- Sowing The Seeds Of Utopia
- Strange Denial
- Stranger Than Fiction
- Suffer
- The Answer
- The Day The Earth Stalled
- The Defense
- The Devil In Stitches
- The Resist Stance
- The Streets Of America
- To Another Abyss
- True North
- True North Accostic
- Turn On The Light
- Turn Your Back On Me
- Waiting For The Fire
- Watch It Die
- Were Only Gonna Die From Our Own Arrogance
- What Can You Do
- Who We Are
- Wont Somebody
- Wrong Way Kids
- You
- You Are The Government
- You Dont Belong
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Welcome, my son,
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To where the work is never done
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And the hungry are seldom ever fed.
Bm
The department of false hope
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Is a proving ground for dopes.
D E F#
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread. (Hosanna.)
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So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow won't be made for you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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It crackled on the radio
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Through bright plumes of the sun.
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The announcer said the age of faith was dead.
Bm
Though the adolescent nation
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Was just looking for salvation,
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The beast of reason reared its ugly head. (Hosanna.)
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So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow's not for me and you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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From your cradle of destruction,
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With the poorest of instruction
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Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through.
G D A F# C# D
So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow's not for me and you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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There is nothing more...
Welcome, my son,
A
To where the work is never done
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And the hungry are seldom ever fed.
Bm
The department of false hope
A
Is a proving ground for dopes.
D E F#
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread. (Hosanna.)
G D A F# C# D
So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow won't be made for you.
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And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
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For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
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It crackled on the radio
A
Through bright plumes of the sun.
F# G
The announcer said the age of faith was dead.
Bm
Though the adolescent nation
A
Was just looking for salvation,
D E F#
The beast of reason reared its ugly head. (Hosanna.)
G D A F# C# D
So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D
Tomorrow's not for me and you.
G D A F# C# D
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
G A D
For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
Bm
A
F# G
Bm
A
D E F#
G
From your cradle of destruction,
A
With the poorest of instruction
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And the merest sliver of a tune,
F# C# D
Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through.
G D A F# C# D
So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
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Tomorrow's not for me and you.
G D A F# C# D
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
G A D Bm
For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
G A
There is nothing more...
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