No Direction

A sullen figure walks along a dusty road His life was holy, and he couldn't bear the load He left his people and a simple life behind He raised his torso and he looked into the sky Shouting his questions Looking for directions "What do I do now?" Now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray The stresses of maturing compound everyday She glances up to see her favorite video And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes In need of affection She craves the direction her heroes offer her Everyone's looking for something And they all assume somebody else knows what it is No one can live with the decisions of their own It seems, so they look to someone else To tell 'em what to be Tell 'em what to wear, tell 'em what to say Tell 'em how to act and think, compel others compulsively Until the world is all like them A righteous student came and asked me to reflect He judged my lifestyle was politically incorrect I don't believe in self-important folks who preach No Bad Religion song can make your life complete Prepare for rejection You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me You'll get no direction from me