Bad Religion - The Streets of America

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# #Rythm 1: Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil A substrate for progress and disarray A spreading network of broken dreams Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away to the horizon, the streets of America Black, tarred concrete, pine for me Lying dormant for you and your country Hardened surface cracked within Catch the sweat from off of th (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

Rythm 1: Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil A substrate for progress and disarray A spreading network of broken dreams Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away he horizon, the streets of America Black, tarred concrete, pine for me Lying dormant for you and your country Hardened surface cracked within Catch the sweat from off of the (guitaretab.com)

Rythm 1: Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil A substrate for progress and disarray A spreading network of broken dreams Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away to the horizon, the streets of America Black, tarred concrete, pine for me Lying dormant for you and your country Hardened surface cracked within Catch the sweat from off of (xguitar.com)

Rythm 1: Desolate and without purpose Radiating from so many septic sources Forming the fabric of a wayward people Disappearing as the vestiges of our past Scratched like tartan into virgin soil A substrate for progress and disarray A spreading network of broken dreams Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away he horizon, the streets of America Black, tarred concrete, pine for me Lying dormant for you and your country Hardened surface cracked within Catch the sweat from off of the (azchords.com)