Progress (Bad Religion)

And progress is not intelligently planned It's the facade of our heritage The odor of our land They speak of progress In red, white and blue It's the structure of the future As demise comes seething through It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain As the dearth of new ideas Makes us wallow in our shame So before you go to contribute more To the destruction of this world you adore Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn And we're all part of it as the day rolls on And progress is a message that we send One step closer to the future, one inch closer to the end I say progress is a synonym of time We are all aware of it but it's nothing we refine And progress is a debt we all must pay It's convenience we all cherish, it's pollution we disdain And the cutting edge is dulling, too many people to plow through Just keep your fuckin' distance and it can't include you It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain It's progress, it's a message I'll send It's progress, it is a debt we all must pay