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A sullen figure walks along a dusty road |
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his life was holy and he couldn't bear the load |
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he left his people and a simple life behind |
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he raised his torso and he looked into the sky |
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shouting his questions |
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looking for directions |
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"what do I do now?" |
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now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray |
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the stresses of maturing compound every day |
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she glances up to see her favorite video |
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and gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes |
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in need of affection |
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she craves a direction |
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her heroes offer her |
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everyone is looking for something |
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and they assume somebody else knows what it is |
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no one can live with the decisions of their own |
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it seems so they look to someone else |
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to tell 'em what to be |
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tell 'em what to wear |
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tell 'em what to say |
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tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively |
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until the world is all like them |
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a righteous student came and asked me to reflect |
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he judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect |
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I don't believe in self important folks who preach |
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no Bad Religion song can make your life complete |
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prepare for rejection you'll get no direction from me |
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you'll get no direction from me |
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you'll get no direction from me |
