Artist: bad religion
Song: pity the dead
Album: The Gray Race
Year: 1996
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?
