Lyrics Bad Religion

Bad Religion

Germs of Perfection

Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate

We all fall down, all fall down

Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate

The wisdom found, wisdom found

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction

Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection

Delegate facilitate investigate and obviate

The black turns green, black turns green

Separate evaluate and cultivate and propagate

The master's dream, master's dream

Sing the fears of history with renewed inflection

View the lost agenda with a skeptic's intention

Machine of life, oh can we make it run?

We have the tools, but have only just begun

Machine of life, oh can we make it run?

The calculations of a greater sum

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction

Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection

Perfection!