Recipe for Hate (Bad Religion)

Can't you feel it can't you see it the promise of prosperity it's overwhelming you and me it afflicts us like a disease ubiquitous compelling too we cling to you like crazy glue and inject such a potent seed it's best for all humanity the spread of culture the sword of progress the vector of suffrage a warm and septic breeze the pomp and elation the duty and vocation the blood of the hybrid it's just a recipe re-living our ancestry the frightful lack of harmony our fore-fothers who led the way their victims are still here today now it's time to erase the story of our bogus fate our history as it's portrayed it's just a recipe for hate