Letra de All There Is - Bad Religion
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This song goes out
to all the hopeless sinners,
with grave allegiances,
so meaningless and vain.
The walking wounded in a pagent of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain.
And everything is barely mist, blood 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 gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
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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?
to all the hopeless sinners,
with grave allegiances,
so meaningless and vain.
The walking wounded in a pagent of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain.
And everything is barely mist, blood 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 gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.
And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/all-there-is-bad-religion.php
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?