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BAD RELIGION lyrics : "The Streets Of America"

desolate and without purpose
radiating from so many septic sources
forming the fabric of a wayward people

disappearing as the vestiges of our past

scratched like tartan into virgin soil

a substrate for progress and disarray
a spreading network of broken dreams
searching for a thoroughfare to take us away


just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer)
sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria

trenchant, weary native sons
step back
and see the damage done

meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)
the streets of America


black, tarred concrete
pine for me
lying domant

for you and country
hardened surface
cracked within

catch the sweat
from off the chin


of men and women
senior and child
who look to you

and your sterile miles
and in their stares
is bald dismay

for what you promised
led them astray


hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

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