A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
he left his people and a simple life behind

he raised his torso and he looked into the sky
shouting his questions
looking for directions

"what do I do now?"

now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray

the stresses of maturing compound every day
she glances up to see her favorite video
and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes

in need of affection
she craves a direction
her heroes offer her


everyone is looking for something
and they $$#ume somebody else knows what it is

no one can live with the decisions of their own
it seems so they look to someone else
to tell 'em what to be

tell 'em what to wear
tell 'em what to say
tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively

until the world is all like them

a righteous student came and asked me to reflect

he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
I don't believe in self important folks who preach
no Bad Religion song can make your life complete

prepare for rejection you'll get no direction from me
you'll get no direction from me
you'll get no direction from me