Текст песни Bad religion - Hooray for Me

(Brett Gurewitz)

I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner
in the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America.
I imagine how my mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying.
And the underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack
were blowing up wolds and damned out loud.
Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?

Yeah, tell me
Can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything that you don’t have to?
Well that’s what I’m accustomed to so hooray for me...
and fuck you

When I slept with stony faces on the river bank.
My angeldevil reveler shook me desperatly in dying.
I don’t want to apologize for anything.
And now we’re all mad and tangled in secret rooms with roman candles
On an endless graveyard train.

Yeah, tell me
Can you imagine, for a second,
doing anything just cause you want to?
Well that’s just what I do so hooray for me...
and fuck you

Yeah, I was dreaming through the \"howzlife\", yawning, car black,
when she told me \"mad and meaningless as ever..\"
and a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme
for a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence

Yeah, tell me
Can you imagine, for a second,
trying half the things you ever wanted to?
Well that’s just what I do so hooray for me...

Oh yeah...
I’m not respectable, and never sensible
I’ve been incredible, so damned irascible
and I like the things I do so Hooray for me...
and fuck you