Текст песни Bad Religion - No Substance
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Текст песни Bad Religion - No Substance
History doesn't make something rightConsensus is not a fact-based exerciseYou're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise...We call AmericaA brush with a star, a token of loveA name in the sand, enough is enoughA diet of air, a face on the net( )A fish your palm, your television setOnce you convince yourselfThe universe falls into placeYou've got your ideasAnd your posse of friendsYou all make up rulesAnd the fun never endsBut still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for airYou look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's thereAnd still water stales a soft summer breezeYou cling to your hopes while your drop to your kneesThere's no substanceOnce you convince yourself