"A.F. Day" lyrics
I borrowed rent today, so I can let my body stay awhile
Twice sorrowed by mistake, for the color of my step seems too dry
The ruby of the north is red, yet it's green for the blind consent of our time
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Medieval educators locking horns at the playground at 5
Real live police crime shows submission of the population at large
The blind man cannot see all the marchers on the opposite side
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Why do religions require from their faithful blind and questioning servitude?
If thy path is so righteous, then why the use of forcing all attitude?
Celebrations are not the birth or an end, but the Christ of being
Blindness serves not God, but man in his self-justified will
I borrowed rent today, so I can let my body stay awhile
Twice sorrowed by mistake, for the color of my step seems too dry
The ruby of the north is red, yet it's green for the blind consent of our time
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Twice sorrowed by mistake, for the color of my step seems too dry
The ruby of the north is red, yet it's green for the blind consent of our time
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Medieval educators locking horns at the playground at 5
Real live police crime shows submission of the population at large
The blind man cannot see all the marchers on the opposite side
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Why do religions require from their faithful blind and questioning servitude?
If thy path is so righteous, then why the use of forcing all attitude?
Celebrations are not the birth or an end, but the Christ of being
Blindness serves not God, but man in his self-justified will
I borrowed rent today, so I can let my body stay awhile
Twice sorrowed by mistake, for the color of my step seems too dry
The ruby of the north is red, yet it's green for the blind consent of our time
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Another fucking day
Writer(s): Serj Tankian
