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A sullen figure walks along a dusty roadhis life was holy and he couldn't bear the loadhe left his people and a simple life behindhe raised his torso and he looked into the skyshouting his questionslooking for directions"what do I do now?"now a confused school girl stares at the TV traythe stresses of maturing compound every dayshe glances up to see her favorite videoand gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothesin need of affectionshe craves affectionher heroes offer hereveryone is looking for somethingand they assume somebody else knows what it isno one can live with the decisions of their own it seemsso they look to someone elseto tell 'em what to betell 'em what to weartell 'em what to saytell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsivelyuntil the world is all like thema righteous student came and asked me to reflecthe judged my lifestyle ws politically incorrect
I don't belive in self important folks who preachno Bad Religion song can make your life completeyou'll get no direction from meyou'll get no direction from me
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