Who We Are

It's cold again, it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so

Whoa, better than who we are with mania
And yearning for, and learning from
Whoa, better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge

A cigarette, a memory
All connections to the permanence of burning
The pedestal gets in the way
And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny

Whoa-oh, better than who we are with mania
Or standing for, or dead against
Whoa-oh, better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge

Do you feel the chill of December
In the rioting of spring?
And are we made of something better than clay?
A leap, a fight, a secret rite
The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming, oh

Whoa-oh, better than who we are with mania
And yearning for, and learning from
Whoa-oh, better than holiness and candy aisles
Of loneliness and sweet revenge
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, sweet revenge



Credits
Writer(s): Brett W. Gurewitz, Greg Graffin
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