paroles de chanson Pity The Dead - Bad Religion
There′s
a
boy
in
crimson
rags
with
a
grimace
and
a
spoon
And
a
little
sullen
girl
face-up
staring
at
the
moon
And
there's
no
one
around
to
hear
their
lonesome
cries
Then
they
pass
away
alone
into
the
night
Why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Are
you
churned
by
emotion
from
voices
in
your
head?
Look
at
all
the
living
and
you′ll
ask
yourself
why
Oh,
why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Well,
you've
seen
the
disease,
suffering
and
decay
And
you
whisper
to
yourself
blissfully,
"It's
okay"
And
you
still
refuse
the
possibility
(That
the
dead
are
better
off
than
we)
Why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Are
you
churned
by
emotion
from
voices
in
your
head?
Look
at
all
the
living
and
you′ll
ask
yourself
why
Oh,
why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Pity
the
dead
Tell
me
what
you
see
Tell
me
what
you
know
Is
there
anyone
who
lives
a
painless
life?
If
there
is
show
me
so
The
destitute
and
famished,
demonic
and
the
banished
Dejected
and
the
ostracized,
the
brainwashed
and
the
paralyzed
The
conquered
and
objectified,
the
few
who
see
the
other
side
Tell
me
what
you
see!
It′s
a
mortal
wretched
cacophony
Let's
go
In
the
end
you
may
find
there′s
no
guiding
subtle
light
No
ancestors
or
friends,
no
judge
of
wrong
or
right
Just
eternal
silence
and
dormancy
And
a
final
everlasting
peace
Why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Are
you
churned
by
emotion
from
voices
in
your
head?
Look
at
all
the
living
and
you'll
ask
yourself
why
Oh
why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
Why
do
we,
why
do
we
pity
the
dead?
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