Lyrics Progess - Bad Religion
And
progress
is
not
intelligently
planned;
It's
the
facade
of
our
heritage,
the
odor
of
our
land.
They
speak
of
Progress,
in
red,
white
and
blue.
It's
the
structure
of
the
future
as
demise
comes
seething
through.
It's
Progress,
'til
there's
nothing
left
to
gain,
As
the
dearth
of
new
ideas
makes
us
wallow
in
our
shame.
So
before
you
go
contribute
more
To
the
destruction
of
this
world
you
adore,
Remember
life
on
Earth
is
but
a
flash
of
dawn
We're
all
part
of
it
as
the
day
rolls
on.
And
progress
is
a
message
that
we
send.
One
step
closer
to
the
future,
one
inch
closer
to
the
end.
I
say
That
progress
is
a
synonym
of
time.
We
are
all
aware
of
it
but
it's
nothing
we
refine,
And
progress
is
a
debt
we
all
must
pay.
Its
convenience
we
all
cherish,
its
pollution
we
disdain
And
the
cutting
edge
is
dulling,
Too
many
folks
to
plow
through.
Just
keep
your
fucking
distance
And
it
can't
include
you.
It's
Progress,
'til
there's
nothing
left
to
gain,
it's
Progress,
it's
a
message
that
we
send.
And
progress
is
a
debt
we
all
must
pay.
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