Bad Religion - Progress

And ^Gprogres^As is not int^Belligently planned; It's the f^Gacade of our h^Deritage, the ^Eodor of our ^F#land They speak of ^GProgres^As, in r^Bed, white and blue It's the s^Gtructure of the ^Dfuture as d^Eemise comes seething ^F#through It's ^GProgres^As, 'til there's ^Bnothing left to gain As the d^Gearth of new ide^Das makes us ^Ewallow in our s^F#hame So bef^Gore you go to cont^F#ribute more To the dest^Gruction of this w^Aorld you adore Remember l^Gife on Earth is but a f^F#lash of dawn We're all p^Gart of it as the d^Aay rolls ^Bon

And ^Gprogres^As is a me^Bssage that we send One step cl^Goser to the fu^Dture, one inch cl^Eoser to the ^F#end I say ^GProgres^As is a s^Bynonym of time We are a^Gll aware of ^Dit but it's n^Eothing we re^F#fine And ^Gprogres^As is a d^Bebt we all must pay Its c^Gonvenience we all c^Dherish, its p^Eollution we ^F#disdain And the ^Gcutting edge is ^F#dulling Too many ^Gfolks to plow th^Arough Just k^Geep your fucking ^F#distance And it ^Gcan't i^Anclude y^Bou It's ^GProgres^As, 'til there's n^Bothing left to gain It's ^GProgres^As, it's a m^Bessage that we send And ^Gprogres^As is a d^Bebt we all must pay