Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Atticus Ross
Atticus Ross
Programming
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Background Vocals
Brooks Wackerman
Brooks Wackerman
Drums
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Lead Vocals
Greg Hetson
Greg Hetson
Guitar
James Brian Baker
James Brian Baker
Guitar
Jay Bentley
Jay Bentley
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Songwriter
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Graffin
Greg Graffin
Producer
Brett Gurewitz
Brett Gurewitz
Producer
Joe Barresi
Joe Barresi
Mixing Engineer
June Murakawa
June Murakawa
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pete Martinez
Pete Martinez
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This song goes out
To all the hopeless sinners
With grave allegiances so meaningless and vain
The walking wounded, in a pageant of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain
[Verse 2]
And everything
Is barely mist
Blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend
Tell me, can that be all there is?
[Verse 3]
In my rectory of doubt
I kneel to pray like one devout
As time the great gray dreamless sleep
Of a useless modern God
Erodes away each storied day, as
Wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain
[Verse 4]
And everything
Is dearly missed
Blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend
Tell me, can that be all there is?
[Verse 5]
There's an endless disposition
And it doesn't mean a god damn thing
There's a space for a paper airplane race
In the eye of a hurricane
And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I
But this pedestrian knows better than to even try
And my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly
[Verse 6]
And everything
Is dearly missed
Blood relations and bricks
My expression, my confession
Add it up, extract a lesson more than this
Once again, like a bullet, as a friend
Tell me, can that be all there is?
All there is
Written by: Brett Gurewitz, Greg Graffin
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