Bad Religion - Sorrow
Father, can you hear me? Let me take you to the hurting ground There will be sorrow When all soldiers lay their weapons down There will be sorrow
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in this world
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son
Will you guide me now, for I can’t see
A reason for the suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well, then I do imagine…
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow, no more
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It’s easy to imagine…
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow, no more
