No Substance – Bad Religion – letras

history doesn’t make something rightconsensus is not a fact-based exerciseyou’re tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprisewe call Americaa brush with a star, a token of lovea name in the sand, enough is enougha diet of air, a face on the neta fish in your palm, your television setonce you convince yourselfthe universe falls into placeyou’ve got your ideasand your posse of friendsyou all make up rulesand the fun never endsbut still there’s a problem, leaves you gasping for airyou look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that’s thereand still water stales a soft summer breezeyou cling to your hopes while you drop to your kneesthere’s no substance!(2x)once you convince yourselfthe universe falls into placeyou’ve got your ideasand your posse of friendsyou all make up rulesand the fun never endsbut still there’s a problem, leaves you gasping for airyou look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that’s thereand still water stales a soft summer breezeyou cling to your hopes while you drop to your kneesthere’s no substance!(2x)