Bad Religion - Sorrow

Father can you hear me? 
How have I let you down? 
I curse the day that I was born 
and all the sorrow in this world 

Let me take you to the herding ground 
Where all good men are trampled down 
Just to settle a bet that could not be won 
Between a prideful father and his son 

Will you guide me now, for I cant see 
A reason for the suffering and this long misery 
What if every living soul could be upright and strong 

Well, then I do imagine... 
there will be sorrow 
Yeah there will be sorrow 
And there will be sorrow no more 

When all soldiers lay their weapons down 
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crowns 
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves 

Its easy to imagine 
There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

There will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more

Yeah there will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow no more