by Bad Religion
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 aren't trampled down
just to settle a bet that could not be won
between a prideful father and his son
Will you guide me know for I can't see
the reason for the suffrering and this long misery
what if every living soul could be upright and strong
will then I do imagine
There will be
and there will be
yeah 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
well then it's easy to imagine