A sullen figure walks along a dusty road 

His life was holy and he couldn't bear the load 

He left his people and a simple life behind 

He raised his torso and he looked into the sky 

Shouting his questions 

Looking for directions 

"what do I do now?" 

Now a confused school girl stares at the TV tray 

The stresses of maturing compound every day 

She glances up to see her favorite video 

And gets ideas from Madonna's nasty clothes 

In need of affection 

She craves affection 

Her heroes offer her 

Everyone is looking for something 

And they assume somebody else knows what it is 

No one can live with the decisions of their own it seems 

So they look to someone else 

To tell 'em what to be 

Tell 'em what to wear 

Tell 'em what to say 

Tell 'em how to act and think and compel others compulsively 

Until the world is all like them 

A righteous student came and asked me to reflect 

He judged my lifestyle ws politically incorrect 

I don't belive in self important folks who preach 

No Bad Religion song can make your life complete 

You'll get no direction from me 

You'll get no direction from me