Bad Religion - Germs Of Perfection Lyrics

Bad Religion – Germs Of Perfection Lyrics

Lacerate eviscerate and perforate and mutilate
We all fall down, all fall down
Deprecate repudiate ameliorate adjudicate
The wisdom found, wisdom found

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection

Delegate facilitate investigate and obviate
The black turns green, black turns green
Separate evaluate and cultivate and propagate
The master’s dream, master’s dream

Sing the fears of history with renewed inflection
View the lost agenda with a skeptic’s intention

Machine of life, oh can we make it run?
We have the tools, but have only just begun
Machine of life, oh can we make it run?
The calculations of a greater sum

Clip the wings of progress, turn the direction
Enrich the fallow soil with germs of perfection

Perfection!

[Bad Religion – Germs Of Perfection Lyrics]