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Struck a Nerve

Bad Religion


There's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane
And it isn't even Christmas
He see's a note in the obituary
That his last friend has died

There's an infant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold
As they go to shop for cigarettes
As she spends her last dollar
On a bottle of vodka for tonight

And I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight

Like a barren winter day
Or a patch of unburned green
Like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve

Every day I wander in negative disposition
As I'm bombarded by superlatives
Realizing very well
That I am not alone

Introverted I look to tomorrow for salvation
But I'm thinking altruistically
And a wave of overwhelming doubt
Turns me to stone

And I guess it struck a nerve
Send a murmur trought my heart
We just haven't got time
To crack the maze

Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve
One-Two!

I try to close my eyes
But I cannot ignore the stimuli
If there's a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me
Don't ask me to justify my life

'Cause I guess it struck a nerve
Like I had to squint my eyes
You can never get out of the line of sight

Like a magic speeding clock
Or a cancer in our cells
A collision in the dark
I guess it struck a nerve