Bad Religion

I can recall the warm youth
of a summer day, yeah
The sweetest lemonade,
the darkest game arcade
And Billy had a yearning
in the corner of his mind, yeah
It moved him secretly
It moved him powerfully
But prescience was lacking
and the present was not all
And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted
And challenging life with the abandon of a fool
He squandered the hours of his day...
Then darkness and disorder
slapped him sharply in the face, yeah
It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within
He couldn't break the chain of
slow decay that seemed to drag him
Just like a fatal tie toward the other side
And Billy was a lunatic just barking at the moon
And his brain was totally wasted.
He then exchanged his friends
for a needle and a spoon
And he threw his future away...
Bolt the door and throw away the key, yeah
Your dim reflection is all that you can see.
So where is the justice when no one is at fault
And a human life is tragically wasted?
How fragile is the flame that burns within us all
To light each passing day, yeah?!