Grains Of Wrath

Grains Of Wrath

Bad Religion

Back in '83 a man came to men and

he told me Son, our way of life is done

But I was only young

With an eye to the fields speculators and

yields rotten to the core,

Monoculture whores entered

the bidding wars from distant shores,

I don't wanna be in the land

known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath

blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

Oh the sinuous trails of

concrete and rails and exhausted roars,

Population wars setting our future course,

Is profit and greed the only

conceit on a scale between

Mere prosperity and inhumanity?

It may well be but,

I don't wanna be in the land

known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath

blazing a path from sea to shining sea!

I don't wanna be in the land

known as destitute and free,

With the grains of wrath

blazing a path from sea to shining sea