Texty: Bad Religion. The New America. Don't Sell Me Short.

(We don't need)
Any more mountains
Because the trail builders
Failed to give us passage there
So we can't reach the sky

(We don't need)
Any more failure
There is human tragedy
That's written everywhere
We are all too young to die

Like a mystery that's here to stay
Some people never go away
'Cause they've got somethin' to say

Don't sell me short
(Don't sell me short)
Aah you've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
(Don't brush me off)
Aah just because I don't belong
Like it or not I'm all you've got
Dispose when I'm shot
Just don't sell me short
Aah I might not be who you thought

(We don't need)
Any more fables
Because the writers have passed
And left us lesson less
And we must find our own way

(We don't need)
Any more privilege
There is vivid desperation
That is powerless
That no surplus can repay

Like the fix of rapture in a trance
Oh, fates are sealed by circumstance
So you've got to take a chance

Don't sell me short
(Don't sell me short)
Aah you've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
(Don't brush me off)
Aah just because I don't belong
Pass me on by, ignore my cry
Forget me when I die
Just don't sell me short
Ooh not while I'm still alive

Everybody's talkin' about Heaven on earth
I'm still trying to figure out
Just what I'm worth
I'm full of emotion
And stuff you can't contain
And you just want to
Flush me down the drain

But you can't make me go away

Don't sell me short
(Don't sell me short)
Aah You've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
(Don't brush me off)
Aah just because I don't belong
Like it or not I'm all you've got
Dispose me when I'm shot
Just don't sell me short
Ooh I might not be who you thought

Aah you've been wrong too long
Don't brush me off
Aah just because I don't belong
Pass me on by
And forget me when I die
Don't sell me short
Ooh