Victory – Bad Religion – letras

the velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely childthe parents watched the escort take him while they stood outsidethe priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his headthe pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bledvictoryinstinct over intellectvictoryit erupts from deep insidehistoryhistory is laughing at usplotting its discoveryvictory, victoryblame it on the victoryamong the parade crowd there stands a decorated manremembering how he helped to save this sacred landhis helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hopehe killed him without second thought, with brute force and a ropeso many times, so many livestest the other sidewaiting to see what the maker has in mindthe unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each daythey wallow in their father’s sins, as time passes awaythe crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraintthe evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape