This song goes out to all the hopeless sinners
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded in a pageant of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a little
Rain
And everything is dearly missed, but relations and bricks
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
In my rectory of doubt
I kneel to pray like one devout
As time the great, great dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
Erodes away each sorry day as wretched atoms, one hell to pay
Contend upon a rail of pain for just a little rain
And everything is dearly missed, but relations and bricks
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
There's an endless disposition,
And it doesn't mean a goddamn thing?
There's space for a paper-airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.
And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I,
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try,
And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
And everything is dearly missed blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this,
Once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
All there is?
Writer(s): Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz
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