Bad Religion - The Streets Of America [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Desolate and without purpose
Radiating from so many septic sources
Forming the fabric of a wayward people
Disappearing as the vestiges of our past
Scratched like tartan into virgin soil
A substrate for progress and disarray
A spreading network of broken dreams
Searching for a thoroughfare to take us away

[Chorus]
Just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer)
Sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria
Trenchant, weary native sons
Step back
And see the damage done
Meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon)
The streets of America

[Verse 2
Black, tarred concrete pine for me
Lying dormant for you and country
Hardened surface cracked within
Catch the sweat from off the chin
Of men and women senior and child
Who look to you and your sterile miles
And in their stares is bald dismay
For what you promised led them astray
Hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins
False hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains