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STRUCK A NERVE      From the album: Recipe For Hate      Written by: Greg Graffin

 There's a old man on a city bus
holding a candy cane
and it isn't even Christmas
he sees 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 a shop of cigarettes
and 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't never get out of the line of sight
like a barren winter day
or a pacht of unburn green
like a tragic real dream
I guess it struck a nerve

 every day I wander this negative disposition
as I'm bombarded by superlatives
realizing very well
that I'm not alone
I look to tomorrow for salvation
but I'm thinking altruistically
and a overwhelming doubt turns me to stone
and I guess it struck a nerve

 sent a murmur trough my heart
we just haven't got the 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
 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