Lyrics Victory - Bad Religion
The
velveteen
and
oaken
fixtures
soothed
the
lonely
child
The
parents
watched
the
escort
take
him
while
they
stood
outside
The
priest
was
kind
and
gentle
as
he
positioned
his
head
The
pain
was
like
brimstone,
but
the
kid
hardly
bled
Victory,
instinct
over
intellect
Victory,
it
erupts
from
deep
inside
History,
history
is
laughing
at
us
plotting
its
discovery
Victory,
victory,
blame
it
on
the
victory
Among
the
parade
crowd
there
stands
a
decorated
man
Remembering
how
he
helped
to
save
this
sacred
land
His
helpless
enemy
was
wounded,
both
hands
raised
with
hope
He
killed
him
without
second
thought,
with
brute
force
and
a
rope
Victory,
instinct
over
intellect
Victory,
it
erupts
from
deep
inside
History,
history
is
laughing
at
us
plotting
its
discovery
Victory,
victory,
blame
it
on
the
victory
So
many
times,
so
many
lives
Test
the
other
side
Waiting
to
see
what
the
maker
has
in
mind
The
unsuspecting
commoners
hum
diligent
each
day
They
wallow
in
their
father′s
sins,
as
time
passes
away
The
crimes
are
without
motive
but
they
ignore
all
restraint
The
evil
sits
inside
them
torpid
timing
its
escape
Victory,
instinct
over
intellect
Victory,
it
erupts
from
deep
inside
History,
history
is
laughing
at
us
plotting
its
discovery
Victory,
victory,
blame
it
on
the
victory
Blame
it
on
the
victory
Blame
it
on
the
victory
Plotting
its
discovery
Victory,
victory,
blame
it
on
the
victory
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