Bad Religion – The Hopeless Housewife

Oh me oh my

Get out of your 1950’s fantasy,

Your face shines with misery transparently

Spew out that sobering

half-assed victim rhetoric

Make ’em all squirm

while they chew on it

It’s a secret handshake

and a passing wink of the eye

As the witches bridge club weekly

meets to pen the tail on the sly

But they never ask

“why oh why don’t we raise our voices to the sky?”

Instead we’re mute

and fawn just waiting to die

Like some kind of hopeless housewife

But you can change while you’re alive

and let ’em all know

at least you tried

to kill the demons inside

Oh me oh my

Damn your transcendental paralysis

We can work together

and make sense of this

Don’t be so sure

you can chuck it all away

You’ve got to proceed

no matter how bad you want to stay

It’s a natural cause

and a comfort zone

there in your head

And the world turns away

as you tap the snooze button in bed

But nobody can hear a word you said

Your history was never read

Instead you’re mute and fawn

just waiting to die

Like some kind of hopeless housewife

But you can change while you’re alive

and let ’em all know

at least you tried

to kill the demons inside