Pity The Dead

Текст песни Bad Religion - Pity The Dead <br/> there&#039;s a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon, and a little sullengirl face-up staring at the moonand there&#039;s no one around to hear their lonesome criesthen they pass away alone into the nightwhy do we pity the dead?are you churned by emotion from voices in your head?( )<br />(are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head)look at all the living and you&#039;ll ask yourself whyoh why do wepity the dead?pity the dead!well, you&#039;ve seen the disease, suffering and decay,and you whisper to yourself blissfully &quot;it&#039;s okay&quot;and you still refuse the possibilitythat the dead are better off than wetell me what you see, tell me what you knowis there anyone who lives a painless life?if there is show me sothe destitute and famished, demonic and thebanished, dejected and the ostracized, thebrainwashed and the paralyzed, the conquered