End of History – Bad Religion – letras

Halcyon days are not a thingNostalgia is no excuse for stupidityI don’t believe in golden agesOr presidents that put kids in cagesAmerica awaits on bended kneeCan’t you seeSweet children, Locke’s burdenWhy did mother draw the curtainsFree will is your dilemma, (what will the dust remember)Tell me where do you really want to be?At the end of history?Utopia is an opiated dreamWhat we want is an open societyOne torn and frayed at the edgesWith pages of imperfect changesAnd every hallmark of rationalityCan’t you seeSweet children, Locke’s burdenWhy did mother draw the curtainsFree will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember)Tell me where do you really want to beAt the end of historyAt the end of history nobody will be innocentOf naked crimes against eternityWe’re in the last second of our DecemberTell me how do you want to be rememberedFor generosity or a fucking monstrosityTell me where do you really want to be?At the end of history?