Dept. Of False Hope – Bad Religion – letras

Welcome my son to where the work is never doneAnd the hungry are seldom ever fedThe department of false hopeIs a proving ground for dopesAnd they’ll grind your tiny bonesTo make their bread (hosanna)So hold your head up high forgotten manTomorrow won’t be made for youAnd everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping handFor god and man there’s nothing more to doIt crackled on the radioThrough bright plumes of the sunThe announcer said the age of faith was deadThough the adolescent nationWas just looking for salvationThe beast of reason reared it’s ugly head (hosanna)So hold your head up high forgotten manTomorrow’s not for me and youAnd everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping handFor god and man there’s nothing more to doFrom your cradle of destructionWith the poorest of instructionAnd the merest sliver of a tuneYou managed somehow to muddle throughSo hold your head up high forgotten manTomorrow’s not for me and youAnd everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping handFor god and man there’s nothing more to do