The Streets of America lyrics

Desolate and without purpose

Radiating from so many septic sources

Forming the fabric of a wayward people

Disappearing as the vestiges of our past

Scratched like tartan into virgin soil

A substrate for progress and disarray

A spreading network of broken dreams

Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away

Just a little tale from the streets of America

Sparkled promises, paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons

Step back and see the damage done

Meander to the horizon

The streets of America

Black, tarred concrete, pine for me

Lying dormant for you and country

Hardened surface, cracked within

Catch the sweat from off of the chin

Of men and women, senior and child

Who look to you and your sterile miles

And in their stares is bald dismay

For what you fucking promised when you led them astray

Just a little tale from the streets of America

Sparkled promises, paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons

Step back and see the damage done

Meander to the horizon

The streets of America

Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins

False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

Say a little prayer for the streets of America

Sparkled promises, paved with pathos and hysteria

Trenchant, weary native sons

Step back and see the damage done

Shoot straight into the horizon

The streets of America

• Artist:Bad Religion
• Album:The Gray Race (1996)