Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever

Bad Religion

Composición de: Brett Gurewitz/Greg Graffin
Drop dead, it doesn't matter, she said 
It only hurts when I laugh, she said 
Sometimes it's never a crime 
To spend the day in bed 
She made certain that the curtains were red 
To drape better by the light they would shed 
She leaned back, tilted her head 
And this is what she said 

You can't win; think it over again 
I can't win; look at the trouble I'm in 
We can't win and we're stuck here together 
Yeah, I hope it will last forever.

Don't ever dare to hope, he said 
So I'm never let down too bad 
I know there's nowhere to go 
So I'll just stay here, instead 
He knew better than to pull at a thread 
They unravel like the thoughts in his head 
He looked out; it filled him with dread 
And this is what he said 

[Chorus] 

With good looks and books on their side 
And hearts bursting with national pride 
They sand songs that went along for the ride 
And the other side complied 
They said, Hey, man, where do you reside? 
And could it be mother's superior lied? 
And is it possible too many have died? 
It's only natural to reply 

[Chorus]
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