Pity The Dead – Bad Religion – letras

there’s a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullengirl face?up staring at the moonand there’s no one around to hear their lonesome criesthen they pass away alone into the nightwhy do we pity the dead?are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?(are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head)look at all the living and you’ll ask yourself whyoh why do wepity the dead?pity the dead!well, you’ve seen the disease, suffering and decay,and you whisper to yourself blissfully « it’s okay »and you still refuse the possibilitythat the dead are better off than wetell me what you see, tell me what you knowis there anyone who lives a painless life?if there is show me sothe destitute and famished, demonic and thebanished, dejected and the ostracized, thebrainwashed and the paralyzed, the conqueredand objectified, the few who see the other sidetell me what you see! It’s a mortal wretched cacophonyin the end you may find there’s no guiding subtle light,no ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong or rightjust eternal silence and dormancyand a final everlasting peace