Bad Religion - The Answer

Long ago in a dusty village
Full of hunger, pain and strife,
A man came forth with a vision of truth
And the way to a better life.

He was convinced he had the answer
And he compelled people to follow along,
But the hunger never vanished,
And the man was banished,
And the village dried up and died.

At a time when wise men peered
Through brass tubes toward the sky,
The heavens changed in predictable ways
And one man was able to find,

That he had thought he found the answer
And he was quick to write his revelation,
But as they were scrutinized
In his colleagues eyes
He soon became a mockery.

Don't tell me about the answer
'Cause then another one will come along soon.
I don't believe you have the answer,
I've got ideas too.

But if you've got enought naivete
And you've got conviction,
Then the answer is perfect for you.

An urban spall sits choking on its discharge
Overwhelmed by industry,
Searching for a modern day
Savior from another place,
Inclined toward charity.

Everyone's begging for an answer,
Without regard to validity.
The searching never ends,
It goes on and on and on for eternity.