Song | American Jesus |
Artist | Bad Religion |
Album | Recipe For Hate |
作词 : Brett, Graffin | |
i don't need to be a global citizen | |
because i'm blessed by nationality | |
i'm member of a growing populace | |
we enforce our popularity | |
there are things that | |
seem to pull us under | |
and there are things | |
that drag us down | |
but there's a power | |
and a vital presence | |
thats lurking all around | |
we've got the american Jesus | |
see him on the interstate | |
we've got the american Jesus | |
he helped build the | |
president's estate | |
i feel sorry | |
for the earth's population | |
'cuz so few | |
live in the U.S.A. | |
at least the foreigners | |
can copy our morality | |
they can visit but they cannot stay | |
only precious few | |
can garner the prosperity | |
it makes us walk | |
with renewed confidence | |
we've got a place to go when we die | |
and the architect resides right here | |
we've got the american Jesus | |
overwhelming millions every day | |
(exercising his authority) | |
he's the farmers barren fields | |
the force the army wields | |
the expession in the faces | |
of the starving children | |
the power of the man | |
he's the fuel that drives the clan | |
he's the motive and conscience | |
of the murderer | |
he's the preacher on t.v. | |
the false sincerity | |
the form letter that's written | |
by the big computers | |
he's the nuclear bombs | |
and the kids with no moms | |
and i'm fearful that | |
he's inside me |
zuò cí : Brett, Graffin | |
i don' t need to be a global citizen | |
because i' m blessed by nationality | |
i' m member of a growing populace | |
we enforce our popularity | |
there are things that | |
seem to pull us under | |
and there are things | |
that drag us down | |
but there' s a power | |
and a vital presence | |
thats lurking all around | |
we' ve got the american Jesus | |
see him on the interstate | |
we' ve got the american Jesus | |
he helped build the | |
president' s estate | |
i feel sorry | |
for the earth' s population | |
' cuz so few | |
live in the U. S. A. | |
at least the foreigners | |
can copy our morality | |
they can visit but they cannot stay | |
only precious few | |
can garner the prosperity | |
it makes us walk | |
with renewed confidence | |
we' ve got a place to go when we die | |
and the architect resides right here | |
we' ve got the american Jesus | |
overwhelming millions every day | |
exercising his authority | |
he' s the farmers barren fields | |
the force the army wields | |
the expession in the faces | |
of the starving children | |
the power of the man | |
he' s the fuel that drives the clan | |
he' s the motive and conscience | |
of the murderer | |
he' s the preacher on t. v. | |
the false sincerity | |
the form letter that' s written | |
by the big computers | |
he' s the nuclear bombs | |
and the kids with no moms | |
and i' m fearful that | |
he' s inside me |