All There Is (Letra)

Jars Of Clay

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In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputation’s so cool and cruel and controlled
You count your money in your prison tower
Made of concrete, glass, and steel
Feeling cozy in the hollow warmth of another business deal

You’ve climbed your way to the top but lately it seems
That there’s a hole in the heart of the american dream
Sittin’ pretty in your trophy room with your shining souvenirs
That just remind you of the wasted time and the lateness of the years

Is that all, is that all there is
Is that all, there must be more than this

In the eyes of the world your touch is like gold
Your reputation’s so cool and cruel and controlled
In a moment it could all be gone in the twinkling of an eye
Then what’s your pile of precious pride worth then
If you’ve never wondered why

Is that all, is that all there is
Is that all, there must be more than this
Is that all, is that all there is
Is that all, there must be more than this

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All There Is (Letra)

Bad Religion

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This song goes out
to all the hopeless sinners,
with grave allegiances,
so meaningless and vain,

The walking wounded in a pagent of contenders
Who balance on a rail of pain for just a pail of rain

And everything is barely mist, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?

In my rectory of doubt, I kneel to pray like one devout,
As time the great gray dreamless sleep of a useless modern god
erodes away each storied day as wretched Adams with hell to pay
Content upon a rail of pain for just a little rain.

And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract a lesson, more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?

There’s an endless disposition,
and it doesn’t mean a goddamn thing—
there’s space for a paper-airplane race in the eye of a hurricane.

And if pigs could fly, then surely so could I,
but this pedestrian knows better than to even try,
and my divinity is caught between the colors of a butterfly.

And everything is dearly missed, blood relations and bricks
my expression, my confession, add it up, extract duress and more than this,
once again, like a bullet as a friend, tell me: can that be all there is?
All there is?