BAD RELIGION (tekstovi pesama+biografija - lyrics with biography in Serbian)

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Dharma And The Bomb"

Wasted days and cigarettes.
Cracked cement and palms.
Bodhidharma has gone fission
With your vedic mom.

Yeah, the Sergeant Major is dreamin' of genie
And she's armed with a borrowed polka-dot bikini, oh yeah.
Tomorrow's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.

Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.

The shallows seem evangelical
When you're slammed up against a wall.
And you're stoked to watch all creation
Go over the falls.

Yeah, Kali is coming and you'd better believe it.
That girl's got the atom and the bhagavad ghita, oh yeah.
Samsara's coming down
Like dharma and the bomb.

Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.
Falling down, falling down.
Like dharma and the bomb.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Hello Cruel World"

I can't stop the way I feel,
But I can penetrate your religion with a nail.
You are mine and we are twine.
When we radiate in waves together, everything is fine.

Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.

I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Do you ever think about me?

I can feel so alone with you right here.
And yet, I turn to you for comfort in my despair.
You are dust and I am bone.
And I will love your endless gaze of madness until I turn to stone.

Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.

I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I know you are my everything.

Please forgive me.

Hello cruel world.
Do you know that you're killing me?
I don't mind,
But I could use a little sympathy.

I've been blind
As a fool can be.
My dear cruel world,
Now I've made a mess of everything.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Vanity"

I'll strike it if I don't like it.
Gimme a club and I will have myself a riot.
I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder
And I'm getting bolder.

Let's deny and defame.
Let's destroy and recreate in our glorious name,
And when the joke of our centrality is upon us,
Grovel and decry

Our vanity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity,
In a world that mocks our tragedy.

Hyper-aware and impaired.
Terrified by nature's mocking stare.
Yearning for significance beyond our animal ken,
On which we do depend.

Such vanity.
Isolated with our own inanity.
Entangled by our callow gravity.
Disgraced to face our own humanity

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"In Their Hearts Is Right"

There's something pathetic in the world today
And I don't know how it all began.
As if all the shame and punishment
Will finally make me understand.

A word means nothing wanting action.
Intentions are valuable as deeds.
And a wound can dog you for a lifetime,
Unless it only makes you bleed.

Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.

Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.

I'm just a termite on an ant hill.
I think about it every single day.
A senseless being lacking inspiration,
Just waiting to be blown away.

Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.

Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.

Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows,
Everybody (everybody, everybody) knows now.

Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows,
Everybody, everybody, everybody knows
What's in their heart is right.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Crisis Time"

There's a feeling about myself that I can't understand.
It's a foreboding sense that I see all around the land.
When the wheel of fortune turns progressively depraved,
It's the manifestation of a biospheric decay.

Keep yourself in line; there's no design.
The new paradigm is crisis time.

Luxury was privilege and I knew it all along,
But to let human reason get trumped by emotion is wrong.
All the bonds were broken when I said I loved you so,
But rejection of a fantasy is just a way to help you grow.

Keep yourself in line; there's no design.
The new paradigm is crisis time.

Yeah

There's a feeling about myself; I feel it oh so strong.
It's a romantic notion and I've thought about it darn too long.
On the crest of progress, we can't balance on the wave
If the measure of success is only tallied in the lives we save.

Keep yourself in line; there's no design.
The new paradigm is crisis time.

Keep yourself in line; there's no design.
The new paradigm is crisis time.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Dept. Of False Hope"

Welcome, my son,
To where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed.

The department of false hope
Is a proving ground for dopes.
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread. (Hosanna.)

So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
Tomorrow won't be made for you.
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
For god and man, there's nothing more to do.

It crackled on the radio
Through bright plumes of the sun.
The announcer said the age of faith was dead.

Though the adolescent nation
Was just looking for salvation,
The beast of reason reared its ugly head. (Hosanna.)

So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
Tomorrow's not for me and you.
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
For god and man, there's nothing more to do.

From your cradle of destruction,
With the poorest of instruction
And the merest sliver of a tune,
Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through.

So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
Tomorrow's not for me and you.
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
For god and man, there's nothing more to do.

There is nothing more...

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Nothing To Dismay"

Now there's a list of catalysts that hold the heart at bay.
They grip the mind and sap the soul and feed on your dismay.
And I never understood why you can't see the world this way.
The lines are drawn at the break of dawn; there's nothing to dismay.

It's no, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

It's no, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

The dissonance runs deep in me, resort to weak applause.
Associate and denigrate the root without a cause.
And just because the overwhelming odds are stacked away,
What good is should if at most I would? But nothing to dismay.

It's no, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

It's no, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

Well it's just a solo journey,
Bewildered and astray.
But pay no mind to what you find;
There's nothing to dismay.

It's no, no...
No, no...
No, no...
Nothing to dismay, yeah.

No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

It's no, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
No, no, no security.
Nothing to dismay.

It's nothing,
Nothing to dismay.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Popular Consensus"

Some people are almost impossible to live with.
Some people have faith in the craziest things.
They follow outdated conventions that were recorded.
But most of it, to me, all sounds insane.

Maybe it's all you need to get you through the night.
Maybe you've seen the light.
But you know that popular consensus doesn't make it right.

Nothing can go on while forever increasing.
The universe expanding is a different thing.
But to turn a nasty habit into a virtue
Can't replace the need for charity.

Maybe it's all you need to get you through the night.
Maybe you've seen the light.
But you know that popular consensus doesn't make it right.

Like the seed of all creation or a doomsday scheme,
The future might be bright or bleak.
But you know that popular consensus doesn't mean much to me.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"My Head Is Full Of Ghosts"

My head is full of ghosts, but I'm no revenant,
Despite my resident's rivalry.
And I'll be the faithful pilot
On our blind trajectory.

Do you wanna know a secret?
Will you hold it close and dear?
This will not be made apparent,
But you and I are not alone in here.

My head is full of ghosts. No apparition.
A partition from the host.
A temple of cognition
And forbidden to approach.

Oh, to hell with superstition.
There's a stranger in the house.
I don't need no exorcism.
I need a key and the lock is inside out.

Now meta-cognition is just intuition.
And dreamers, we'll bark at the moon.
The weaver's unknown by the loom.

My head is full of ghosts and I'm the pilot
Of ultra-violent ancestry.
And I'll destroy these passersby
With zest and artistry.

Ghost, part apparition,
A partition from the host.
A temple of the hidden
And unbidden to approach.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"The Island"

There's a world outside but I can't really make it.
There's a life to lead but I can't exactly fake it.
Yet the mood feels right, but my island is sinking out of sight.

I made jetties so they'd catch all the sediment.
Removed the rocks and every impediment.
But the tide's rising high to wash away my island in the night.

The sheltering sky was to be my everlasting lullaby.
They said that islands were solid as bedrock, standing firm forevermore.
But over time, even basement wastes away to the unrelenting shore.

There's a lonely seed waiting to be planted.
I've instructions but desire is wholly absent.
I'm just a petrel in the storm; my island can't protect me anymore.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Changing Tide"

Every day's the same routine of endless chores and boring details.
And you know you're waiting for the perfect condition for your ship to set sail.

But of course, the climate's always changing.
Clinging to the past has got you straining.
Comes the recognition now you're on a mission that is born to fail,
Leave it!

Brothers, say goodbye.
Sisters, don't you cry, yeah.
All embrace the times.
Wade into the changing tide.

Searching for philosophy of life can be a drag on the soul.
Nowadays we pick and choose the pieces from other people's wisdom of old.

But of course, the climate's always changing.
Clinging to the past has got you straining.
Realizing all your most cherished beliefs are subject to rot and mold.
C'mon!

Brothers, say goodbye.
Sisters, don't you cry, yeah.
All embrace the times.
Wade into the changing tide.

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Chaos From Within"

Cowering like settlers on someone else's land
Mistaking advances of the natives
Who have come to lend a hand
It's a sad and pathetic badge of shame, my friends
Terror always seems to win
In the drama of human motivation
Where is restraint and reason?

Threat is urgent, existential
With patience wearing thin
But the danger's elemental
It's chaos from within

The fox-stained leaves of civilization
Depict a stark repeat
It's always a flaw in reasoning
That fates the citizenry
When the ancestor fell from the arbor
The march of fear began
But the predator wallowed in failure
In the face of consciousness

Threat is urgent, existential
Time to scan the horizon
But the danger's elemental
It's chaos from within

Threat is urgent, existential
Omnipresent like a skin
But the danger's purely mental
It's chaos from within
Chaos from within!

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"My Sanity"

When the world has gone mad and there's nowhere to roam
The lights are all on but nobody's home
There comes a time when you look up to the sky
And ask why do my favorite songs always make me cry
And am I losing

My sanity, my sanity
I've nothing to lose, so please let me be
I've got a firm grip and strong roots like a tree
Burrowed deep in reality
I won't let you go, what else can there be
You're all I have

When you swore to be true, our bed was belief
But alternative facts snuck in like a thief
There comes a time to release the cord of self
And with confidence declare your state of perfect mental health
Never doubting

My sanity, my sanity
I've nothing to lose, so please let me be
My life is a song, a short melody
Harmonizing with reality
I've got it real bad, there's no remedy
You're all I have, my dear sanity

Sometimes there's no sane reason for optimism

Oh my sanity, my sanity
I've nothing to lose, so please let me be
My life is a song, a short melody
Harmonizing with reality
I've got it real bad, there's no remedy
My world picture is exemplary
I won't let you go, what else can there be
You're all I have, my dear sanity

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Do The Paranoid Style"

Hey, let's jump around
To the renegade sound
Of the paranoid style
Hey, get upside down
To the American sound
Of the paranoid style

Everybody have you heard the news
The old dance with wicked moves
It's been around for many years
So polish up your granddad's gear
And shake it, shake it, shake with fear
Waive your rights like you just don't care
Anyone can do it - it's easy if you dare

It's the paranoid style in American politics
Casey Jones you better watch your apocalypse
Illumination and fluoridation
Are communist plots against the population

Hey, let's jump around
To the renegade sound
Of the paranoid style
Hey, get upside down
To the American sound
Of the paranoid style

Hey kids on the right and left
Do you feel dispossessed
If you're on the left or right
I feel your pain tonight
So shake off reality
It's easy as you please
Soon everyone is dancing
Con-spir-a-tor-i-a-lly

It's the paranoid style in American politics
Casey Jones you better watch your apocalypse
All kinds of wild interpretation
Are open to the paranoid imagination

Hey, let's jump around
To the renegade sound
Of the paranoid style
Hey, get upside down
To the American sound
Of the paranoid style

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"The Approach"

An apocryphal popular mythology or a civilization in wane
Whatever your assessment is, a paradox remains
There's a moral and intellectual vacuum and you're right to be lookin' askance
Philosophically moribund, revolution hasn't a chance

As the light fades, the shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion we approach the darkest hour

Is the enemy hiding in your conscience or can forgiveness pave the way?
There's got to be a place for them if tomorrow's a better day
With the high-priest banging on the war drum you cannot make out what he's saying
With all the litter on the battlefield, no higher ground remains

As the light fades, the shadows dance in silhouette to stars
Despite all illusion we approach the darkest hour

Welcome to the show
History took a toll
Discontent was sown
But now the child is grown
And come into his own
A superstar
But despite all illusion we approach the darkest hour

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Lose Your Head"

I ain't superstitious but hey do you know a good exorcist?
Despite darker tendencies I've always had a strong bias to exist
And though recent developments seem like bad news for humanity
Self-pity is always a case of mistaken identity

Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Before you lose your head, yeah

Religion who needs it and by the way how should we bury our dead
I doubt that it matters much son that's what the postman said
There's an accident waiting to happen at all times anyway
And maybe we'd all benefit from some epistemic humility

Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Before you lose your head, yeah

And when your life endeavor evades your clever meddling
It's only headphone weather so get your head together

Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Lose your head, yeah

Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
Soon we'll all be dead, yeah

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"End Of History"

Halcyon days are not a thing
Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity
I don't believe in golden ages
Or presidents that put kids in cages
America awaits on bended knee
Can't you see

Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains
Free will is your dilemma, (what will the dust remember)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?

Utopia is an opiated dream
What we want is an open society
One torn and frayed at the edges
With pages of imperfect changes
And every hallmark of rationality
Can't you see

Sweet children, Locke's burden
Why did mother draw the curtains
Free will is your dilemma, (what will the dust remember)
Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?

At the end of history nobody will be innocent
Of naked crimes against eternity
We're in the last second of our December
Tell me how do you want to be remembered
For generosity or a ******* monstrosity

Tell me where do you really want to be?
At the end of history?

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Age Of Unreason"

Just to think that not so long ago
Was a man who risked his life
He challenged all the lies offered as sacred truth
Just to cast a brighter light

The notion that we
Can live as one in perfect harmony
Requires a common sensibility
To teach an intellectual capacity
That I believe

Is in the air but everywhere
Is the ultimate act of treason
That so few could be aware
That their nation's heart is bleeding

And oh! when the violence has begun
We decree the pen more mighty than the gun
But the fools believe, as one
In this unrepentant age of unreason

Just to think that not so long ago
Was a man who received the seal
He peddled blatant lies and brought back tyranny
To divide his people with zeal

But we
Can live as one in perfect harmony
It requires a common sensibility
To teach an intellectual capacity
That I believe

Is in the air but everywhere
Is the ultimate act of treason
How so few can be aware
That their nation's heart is bleeding

But I, as a child who plays for fun
With his eye up to the barrel of a gun
Watch the fools believe, as one
In this unrepentant age of unreason
Now that darkness has begun
We decree the pen more mighty than the gun
While the fools believe, as one
In this unrepentant age of unreason

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Candidate"

As I walk along this road paved with human kindness
I can never forget the price you've paid
I'm an actor on a role an artificial virus
I'm your daddy I'm your disgrace

I say kid just move along we don't want it - don't need it
Your politics just breed despair
I salute an empty flag of ancient tribalism
And trust me nobody cares

For I am your candidate
I am bloody lips and makeup
I'm your caliphate
Opioids and mutilation
A celebrity
And my name is competition
I've come to bear your pain
And I can make it go away, I'll make it go away, I'll make it go away

Believers dupes and clowns
I want you all to gather 'round
To glorify ignorance and fear
I dispense misinformation
To a post-truth generation
My darlings don't shed a tear

For I am your candidate
I am bloody lips and makeup
I'm your caliphate
Opioids and revelation
An hermaphrodite
In restrooms and service stations
I truly feel your pain
And I can make it go away, I'll make it go away, I'll make it go away

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Faces Of Grief"

Broken engines of belief
Iniquity in stark relief
Red rabble of mendacity
(A cabal of psychopathy)

Grim bailiffs wait like minarets
While sister fends a mounting threat
In crucible of hypocrisy
(A Greco-Roman tragedy)

Faces of grief
Rage is a key
Pain is a thief
Faces of grief
Rage is a key
Pain is a thief

Amidst darkness let us vow to insure her light will be remembered

Radicalized Evangelicals
Awash in primate chemicals
Bare shiny fangs for all to see
(A rictus of misogyny)

Obeisance to a maniac
The slavering lackeys stay on track
In this democracy's darkest hour
(A doctor dares speak truth to power)

Faces of grief
Rage is a key
Pain is a thief
Faces of grief
Rage is a key
Pain is a thief

Amidst darkness let us vow to insure her light will be remembered

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Old Regime"

Privilege from birth, abhorrence of work, obsessed with sovereignty
Aristocrats claim an exemption from the standards of democracy

A secret antipathy to justice and equality
And a tightly constrained definition of who is free

Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime

They think that they can alter and sway which version of freedom reigns
If everything is subjective then what good is truth anyway?

A plutocratic strategy or technocrat conspiracy
Or a vision of utopia that only the besotten can see?

Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
The new aristocracy just smells like the old regime

An unabated tendency to tyranny is still in place
And the ancient nobility's complexion differs just in name

Old regime, smoke of history
Liberty still wafting in the breeze
A new season dawns with ominous prophecy
Yeah the new aristocracy just smells like the old regime

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Big Black Dog"

We are alone and all is one
The father daughter devil and son
They deal in art, the art of the deal
They sing Seig Heils in aisles of high heels

Big cyber-weapon little traitor in chief
He's got a big black dog on a leash

One man's grace is another man's bullet
Bullshit beams from the bully pulpit
No regrets for the bounty they've taken
The pigs must feed on their rasher of bacon

Big cyber-weapon little traitor in chief
He's got a big black dog on a leash

Big cyber-weapon little traitor in chief
He's got a big black dog on a leash

I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear
I'll be right here when I disappear

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Downfall"

It's never really clear when the end is near
Till you take a hard look in the rearview mirror
I'm pretty sure we're just running on fumes
No one really cares about the route

Beaches break down and the waves retreat
Are we stuck in some perpetual repeat?
Maybe we're like massive cliffs of sand
Waiting for the plates to smash again

Downfall, gravity calls
Entropy makes fools of us all
Downfall, you can't forestall
It's the proof there ain't no invisible hand

No one 'round here can contain their fears
Just contented with false hope to soothe the tears
Faith is king while truth is on the lam
Disenfranchised scientists be damned!

Downfall, gravity calls
Entropy makes fools of us all
Downfall, it's a natural law
And the judge don't have no use for the witness stand

Downfall, it's a natural law
Entropy makes fools of us all
Downfall, kill the guy with the ball
And make sure he can't get up to take a stand!

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"Since Now"

(Since when) was it just a fallacy of tainted memory
(Since when) to believe that things were really all right?
(Since when) were the qualities of wisdom and knowledge
(Since when) equivalent to mere facts online?
(Since when) were the virtues of character and content
(Since when) more than just a popularity game?
(Since when) was the protocol of rational judgment
Not the same as blame?

Since now
It's fucked up beyond all recognition, just a symptom of the time
Since now
You might call it modern cognition without a reason or rhyme

(Since when) was the platitude of honorable mention
(Since when) only a dishonor to behold?
(Since when) was being second only first among the losers
Just the same as getting old?

Since now
It's natural to feel unlucky, too many winners spoil the prize
Since now
So if you are on the bottom don't you cry

(Since when) was history just a futile mission
(Since when) without a context to reveal?
(Since when) was lacking sense of place or social purpose
The new deal?

Since now
Yeah, it's fucked up beyond all recognition, just a symptom of the time
Since now
You might call it cognition but don't ask why
Ask since when

 

[Vuk Samotnjak]

"What Tomorrow Brings"

Metamorphosis of living nature, unweathering the hands of time
Resonant vibrations set to a grand design

These are more than technological things, they're promises of what tomorrow brings
It's what tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
It's what tomorrow brings

Tranquility without conflict, potential free to find
Incalculable bounty randomly decentralized

These are more than sociological things, they're promises of what tomorrow brings

Absolution from the golden rule
Escape from earthly chattel and the grimy hands of fools
It's what tomorrow brings

These are more than words that the false prophet sings
They're promises of what tomorrow brings

It's what tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
It's what tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
It's what tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
It's what tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings