Text: Bad Religion. No Substance. Hear It.

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony

But I don't wanna hear it anymore
No, I don't wanna hear it anymore
Let's go

Priests and politicians pretend they're your friend
And police speak to you like you're children again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And they tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug

But I don't wanna hear it anymore
No, I don't wanna hear it anymore
No more

Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes, poetry, and friendly advice
They'd rather see us all pusillanimous
Absorbent in their chorus of correctness

But I don't wanna hear it anymore
No, I don't wanna hear it anymore
I said, I don't wanna hear it anymore
No, I don't wanna hear it anymore