The Decline Lyrics

NOFX

"The Decline"

Where are all these stupid people from

and how did they get to be so dumb

Bred on purple mountain range

Feed amber waves of grains

To lesser human beings, zero feelings

(Blame it on) human nature, man's destiny

Blame it on the greediocracy

The fear of God, the fear of change, the fear of truth

Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs,

(There's no answers)

Memorize and sing Star spangled songs,

(When the questions)

Aren't ever asked is anybody learning from the past

We're living in united stagnation

Father what have I done.

I took that 22. A gift for me from you

to bed with me each night.

Kept it clean polished it well.

Cherished every cartridge every shell

Down by the creek under brush under dirt

There's a carcass of my second kill

Down at the park under stone under pine

There's a carcass of my brother William

Brother where have you gone to I swear

I never thought I could I see so many times

They told me to shoot straight, don't pull the trigger squeeze,

that will insure a kill, a kill is what you want

To kill is why we breed

The Christians love their guns the church and NRA

Pray for their salvation prey on lower faiths

The story book's been read and every line believed

The curriculum's been set logic is a threat

Reason searched + seized

Jerry spent some Time in Michigan

A 20 year vacation After all he had a dime

A dime is worth a Lot more in Detroit

A dime in California Just a 20 dollar fine

Jerry only stayed A couple months

It's hard to enjoy Yourself while bleeding out the ass

Asphyxiation is simple and fast

It beats 17 fun years of being someone's bitch

Don't think Drink your wine

Watch the fire burn

His problems not mine

just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling for every senseless killing

I'd buy a government.

America's for sale and

You can get a good deal on it

and make a healthy profit,

Or maybe tear it apart.

You start with assumption,

That a million people are smart,

smarter than one.

Serotonin's gone, she gave up, drifted away

Sara fled though process gone

She left her answering machine on

The greeting left spoken sincere

Messages no one will ever hear

10,000 messages a day a million more transmissions lay

Dead victims of the laissez faire

10,000 voices, 100 guns, 100 decibels turns to one,

One bullet, one empty head

Now with serotonin gone

The man that used to speak

Performs a cute routine.

Feel a little patronized.

Don't feel bad. They found

A way inside your head

And you feel a bit misled.

It's not that they don't Care.

The television's put a thought inside your Head

Like a Barry Manilow

Jingle I'd like to teach the World to sing

in perfect harmony a symphonic blank Stare.

It doesn't make you care (make you care).

Not designed to make you care (make you care).

They're betting you wont care (you won't).

They'll place a wager on your greed, a wager on your pride

Why try to beat them when a million others tried.

We are the whore.

Intellectually spayed.

We are the queer.

Dysfunctionally raised.

One more pill to kill the pain

One more pill to kill the pain,

One more pill to kill the pain,

Living through conformity

One more prayer should keep me safe.

One more prayer to keep us safe

One more prayer to keep us safe

There's gonna be a better place

Lost the battle lost the war

Lost the things worth living for

Lost the will to win the fight.

One more pill to kill the pain.

The going gets tough the tough get debt

Don't pay attention pay the rent

our next of kins pay for your sins

A little faith should keep us safe

Save us

The human existence is failing resistance

Essential. The future written off. The odds are

Astronomically against us only moron and genius

Would fight a losing battle against the super ego.

When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go on with our lives

We know the truth but prefer lies

Lies are simple. Simple is bliss.

Why go against tradition when we can

Admit defeat. Live in decline.

Be there victim of our own design

With status quo built on suspect.

Why would anyone stick out their neck

Fellow members of club. We've got ours.

I'd like to introduce you to our host.

He's got his and I've got mine.

Meet The Decline.