A sullen figure walks along a dusty road
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his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load
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he left his people and a simple life behind
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he raised his torso and he looked into the sky
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shouting his questions
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looking for directions
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"what do I do now?"
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now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray
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the stresses of maturing compound every day
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she glances up to see her favorite video
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and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes
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in need of affection
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she craves a direction
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her heroes offer her
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everyone is looking for something
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and they assume somebody else knows what it is
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no one can live with the decisions of their own
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it seems so they look to someone else
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to tell 'em what to be
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tell 'em what to wear
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tell 'em what to say
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tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively
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until the world is all like them
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a righteous student came and asked me to reflect
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he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect
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I don't believe in self important folks who preach
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no Bad Religion song can make your life complete
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prepare for rejection you'll get no direction from me
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you'll get no direction from me
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you'll get no direction from me
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No Direction
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| Bad Religion |
