Text: Bad Religion. No Control. It Must Look Pretty Appealing.

:
the wheat waving next to you is healthy
and so fine as is dinner with your
loved-ones every day,
but your routines is changeless
through the decades of your life
green pastures open spaces holy ways,
and it must look pretty appealing,
the acres of lights,
the crowded festive nights
and the millions of others just like you,
it must look pretty appealing,
this other world of sin,
we keep dreaming of what other people do
the person sitting next to you
is dismal and deranged on the bus ride home from
work to end your day,
and the food on your table is more
plastic than protein,
and your intellect depends on your TV,
and it must look pretty appealing,
the pastoral retreat,
the folks on old main street,
and the few pleasant people
just like you,
it must look pretty appealing,
the simple way of life,
we keep dreaming of what other people do,
but we never do what other people do,
you're too scared of other people
not like you.