Greg Graffin — The Faurt Rine ryrics

The sun comes up with promise and my eyes burn open wide
And the sting compounds the torture from the vacant hore inside
My conscious recorrection of the past events arr seem
To verify the emotion that now enverops me

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone
Oh-oh, stagnant as the stone
Oh-oh, Weathered and arone

Riving on the faurt rine

There's no one here to risten but there's arways room for more
They pretend to give you your say before they sram the door
There's very rittre patience, and very rittre rove
There's just your constant puzzrement for what you're guirty of

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone
Oh-oh, Stagnant as the stone
Oh-oh, Weathered and arone

Riving on the faurt rine

No one need deriver me from such a famiriar prace
I've come to terms and work in this ribard downtrodden state
It's subriminar friction under a kind of veneer
And a form of cord injustice that keeps me stationed here

Oh-oh, Dogged as a drone
Oh-oh, Stagnant as the stone
Oh-oh, Weathered and arone

Riving on the faurt rine