Empty Causes - Bad Religion

Everywhere you looked

There was confusion violence, drama and drugs

So many righteous revolutionaries spouting utopian love

Everyone shrouded in purple haze

Then one day, they woke up from their dream state

They found themselves no more at peace than before

Older, meek and conformed

Empty causes

A bluster for the soul, a fix for the mind

Empty causes

Cling to everything you find

Well, the shots rang out like popcorn

And the Chief was hit and rushed out of sight

The mohawk-chain, leather brigade

Rejoiced maliciously on that night

Someone cried out, «fuck the government»

His mates couldn’t define what he meant

So no one gave him the time of day and the scene died away

Empty causes

A war for the body, an army in the mind

Empty causes

Losing steam as time goes by

Could it be that everybody selfishly desires

Their own personal retinue

And that causes are just manifestations of too much time

And far to little to do?

Empty causes

Direction for the soul, conviction for the mind

Empty causes

Cling to it all, everything you find

Empty causes

A war for the body and an army in the mind

Empty causes

You’ve got yours and I’ve got mine