Слова:
Greg Graffin

Tired old man you're a wastin' slowly battling grey and blue, Built your empire as a shell so nobody prays on you, Remember when you were fresh and bitter

Whispers of ancients buried by dust, Echoes of ages in canyons of rust, Is heaven so lonely? I'll know soon enough Cold as the clay, dark as a mine,

Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they

Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it

Come listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, how John Lewis did murder a little Omie Wise, He asked her to meet him at Adams's spring, said he'd bring

He wakes with the glow of adventure and hope The morning smells sweet and replete with opportunity He dressed into another day feeling lucky to be alive

Blacktop pavement cover me Like a Chemical Reaction or a steam roller Spreading randomly There's a distant buzz, and a low frequency It tickles my ear

One day my life will be a chocolate shake and late night T.V. But right now I'm afraid of everything that is goin' down Too many decisions Too much responsibility

I've got hope but I can't talk about the future I've got desire but I can't exercise it on my own Time won't solve this predicament Time won't solve this