| Song | No Substance |
| Artist | Bad Religion |
| Album | Punk Rock Songs |
| 作词 : Graffin | |
| History doesn't make something right | |
| Consensus is not a fact based exercise | |
| You're tied and bound to this self-indulgent enterprise | |
| We call America | |
| A brush with a star, a token of love | |
| A name in the sand, enough is enough | |
| A diet of air, a face on the net | |
| A fish in your palm, your television set | |
| Once you convince yourself | |
| The universe falls into place | |
| You've got your ideas | |
| And your posse of friends | |
| You all make up rules | |
| And the fun never ends | |
| But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air | |
| You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there | |
| And still water stales, a soft summer breeze | |
| You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees | |
| There's no substance | |
| There's no substance | |
| Once you convince yourself | |
| The universe falls into place | |
| You've got your ideas | |
| And your posse of friends | |
| You all make up rules | |
| And the fun never ends | |
| But still there's a problem leaves you gasping for air | |
| You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there | |
| And still water stales, a soft summer breeze | |
| You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees | |
| There's no substance | |
| There's no substance | |
| There's no substance | |
| There's no substance... |
| zuò cí : Graffin | |
| History doesn' t make something right | |
| Consensus is not a fact based exercise | |
| You' re tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise | |
| We call America | |
| A brush with a star, a token of love | |
| A name in the sand, enough is enough | |
| A diet of air, a face on the net | |
| A fish in your palm, your television set | |
| Once you convince yourself | |
| The universe falls into place | |
| You' ve got your ideas | |
| And your posse of friends | |
| You all make up rules | |
| And the fun never ends | |
| But still there' s a problem leaves you gasping for air | |
| You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that' s there | |
| And still water stales, a soft summer breeze | |
| You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees | |
| There' s no substance | |
| There' s no substance | |
| Once you convince yourself | |
| The universe falls into place | |
| You' ve got your ideas | |
| And your posse of friends | |
| You all make up rules | |
| And the fun never ends | |
| But still there' s a problem leaves you gasping for air | |
| You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that' s there | |
| And still water stales, a soft summer breeze | |
| You cling to your hopes while you drop to your knees | |
| There' s no substance | |
| There' s no substance | |
| There' s no substance | |
| There' s no substance... |