| Song | The Positive Aspect of Negative Thinking |
| Artist | Bad Religion |
| Album | Against the Grain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bentley | |
| Let's gather 'round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
| We've seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
| Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
| The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
| We've nestled in its hollow and we've suckled at its breast | |
| Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
| Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
| Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
| So what does it mean? | |
| When we tell ourselves it's only for a while we've been deceived | |
| And it's only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
| Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
| I'm so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
| Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
| Of all the hand-me-downs from all industrial crimes | |
| Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
| By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
| And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
| zuo ci : Bentley | |
| Let' s gather ' round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
| We' ve seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
| Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
| The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
| We' ve nestled in its hollow and we' ve suckled at its breast | |
| Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
| Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
| Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
| So what does it mean? | |
| When we tell ourselves it' s only for a while we' ve been deceived | |
| And it' s only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
| Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
| I' m so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
| Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
| Of all the handmedowns from all industrial crimes | |
| Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
| By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
| And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |
| zuò cí : Bentley | |
| Let' s gather ' round the carcass of the old deflated beast | |
| We' ve seen it through the accolades and rested in its lea | |
| Syntactic is our elegance, incisive our disease | |
| The swath endogenous of ourselves will be our quandary | |
| We' ve nestled in its hollow and we' ve suckled at its breast | |
| Grandiloquent in our attitude, impassioned yet inept | |
| Frivolous gavel our design and ludicrous our threat | |
| Excursive expeditions leave us holding less and less | |
| So what does it mean? | |
| When we tell ourselves it' s only for a while we' ve been deceived | |
| And it' s only for a moment that the treasures of our day | |
| Make life easier to complicate the treasure thrown away | |
| I' m so tired of all the fucked up minds | |
| Of all the terrorist religions and their bullshit lines | |
| Of all the handmedowns from all industrial crimes | |
| Of the weeping mothers and those led so blind | |
| By the plastic protests and the hands of time | |
| And the pursuit of mirth and all hating kind |