Victory - Bad Religion

The velveteen and oaken fixtures soothed the lonely child

The parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside

The priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head

The pain was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled

Victory

Instinct over intellect

Victory

It erupts from deep inside

History

History is laughing at us plotting its discovery

Victory, victory

Blame it on the victory

Among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man

Remembering how he helped to save this sacred land

His helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope

He killed him without second thought with brute force and a rope

So many times, so many lives test the other side

Waiting to see what the maker has in mind

The unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day

They wallow in their father’s sins as time passes away

The crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint

The evil sits inside them torpid, timing its escape

Blame it on the victory

Blame it on the victory

Plotting its discovery

Victory, victory

Blame it on the victory