Текст песни Bad Religion - The Universal Cynic
Bad Religion - The Universal Cynic слова песни
Catch a shooting star and put it in your pocketThen your skin will start on fireOne bird in the hand, or two birds in the bushNeither do you any good, when youre stuck in the quagmireShow everyone youre not sure that theyre telling he truthThen you can be known as the universal cynic tooBenefit your fellow man with good deeds for the dayAnd youll serve your life awayPennies saved today are pennies still tomorrowStrewn upon the desk, piled up in the paper weightShow everyone youre not sure that theyre telling the truthThen youll be known as the universal cynic tooWipe your opaque eyes and restore your crystal visionTurn another cheek and exalt in your decisionA bit of exercise for the universal cynic in youEarly to bed, and early to risePrecludes you from seeing the most brilliant starry nightsSticks and stones can break bones, words cant really hurtUnless you carry guns, and are hungry for a fightChallenging the standards, or questioning the established rulesTrying to understand how they can benefit youShowing everyone youre not sure that theyre telling the truthJust a bit of exercise for the universal cynic in you