Recipe For Hate - Bad Religion

Can’t you feel it can’t you see it The promise of prosperity

It’s overwhelming you and me It afflicts us like a disease

Ubiquitous compelling too

We cling to you like crazy glue

And inject such a potent seed

It’s best for all humanity

The spread of culture

The sword of progress

The vector of suffrage

A warm and septic breeze

The pomp and elation

The duty and vocation

The blood of the hybrid

It’s just a recipe

Re-living our ancestry

The frightful lack of harmony

Our fore-fothers who led the way

Their victims are still here today

Now it’s time to erase the story

Of our bogus fate

Our history as it’s portrayed

It’s just a recipe for hate