Album: 80-85 (How Can Hell Be Any Worse)	Track Listing:
Date: 1990 Label: Epitaph	1. We're Only Gonna Die  2. Latch Key Kids  3. Part III  4. Faith In God  5. Fuck Armageddon... This Is Hell  6. Pity  7. In The Night  8. Damned To Be Free  9. White Trash (2nd Generation) 10. American Dream 11. Eat Your Dog 12. Voice Of God Is Government 13. Oligarchy 14. Doing Time 15. Bad Religion 16. Politics 17. Sensory Overload 18. Slaves 19. Drastic Actions 20. World War III 21. Yesterday 22. Frogger 23. Bad Religion 24. Along The Way 25. New Leaf 26. Bad Religion 27. Slaves 28. Drastic Actions
This CD is an almost-complete compilation of Bad Religion's entire output before 1985. What's missing is the stuff that was done without Greg Hetson, Jay and Mr. Brett just before they broke up the first time. This includes the album Into the Unknown and a few songs on the Destroy LA compilation. In 1984, the band (partially) reunited and released an EP, Back To The Known, (which is included on the CD), then gradually faded away (until 1987, when the entire original band reunited). Tracks 1-14 are from How Could Hell Be Any Worse? Tracks 15-20 are from Bad Religion, the EP. Tracks 21-25 are from Back To The Known, the EP. Tracks 26-28 are from Public Service, a compilation album.

Album: Generator	Track Listing:
Date: 1992 Label: Epitaph Jay Bentley: Bass Greg Graffin: Vocals Brett Gurewitz: Lead & rhythm guitar Greg Hetson: Lead & rhythm guitar Bobby Schayer: Drums	1. Generator(Gurewitz), 3:22  2. Too Much To Ask (Graffin), 2:45  3. No Direction (Graffin), 3:14  4. Tomorrow (Graffin), 1:56  5. Two Babies In The Dark (Gurewitz), 2:25  6. Heaven Is Falling (Gurewitz), 2:04  7. Atomic Garden (Gurewitz), 3:11  8. The Answer (Graffin), 3:21  9. Fertile Crescent (Graffin), 2:08 10. Chimaera (Graffin), 2:28 11. Only Entertainment (Graffin), 3:12

Album: Recipe For Hate

Track Listing:

Date: 1993 Label: Epitaph Jay Bentley: Bass Greg Graffin: Vocals Brett Gurewitz: Lead & rhythm guitar Greg Hetson: Lead & rhythm guitar Bobby Schayer: Drums

1. Recipe For Hate (Graffin), 2:02  2. Kerosene (Gurewitz), 2:41  3. American Jesus (Graffin, Gurewitz), 3:17  4. Protrait Of Authority (Graffin), 2:44  5. Man With A Mission (Gurewitz), 3:11  6. All Good Soldiers (Gurewitz), 3:07  7. Watch It Die (Graffin), 2:34  8. Struck A Nerve (Graffin), 3:47  9. My Poor Friend Me (Graffin), 2:42 10. Lookin' In (Graffin), 2:03 11. Don't Pray On Me (Gurewitz), 2:42 12. Modern Day Catastrophists (Graffin), 2:46 13. Skyscraper (Gurewitz), 3:15 14. Stealth (Gurewitz, Bentley, Schayer), 0:41

Lyrics:

  ALONG THE WAY (Graffin)

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse,
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way.

As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes,
but the dinner's always waiting at the table 'long the way, yeah.

What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be,
But you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way.

And we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
To be strong through the ages of our tears along the way, yeah.

Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
Will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.

But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness
Unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way.

Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
Until we see each other once more on the path along the way.



  AMERICAN JESUS (Graffin/Gurewitz)

I don't need to be a global citizen,
Because I'm blessed by nationality,
I'm a member of a growing populace,
We enforced our popularity

There are things that seem to pull us under and
There are things that drag us down,
But there's a power and a vital presence
That's lurking all around

We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate,
We've got the American Jesus
He helped build the president's estate

I feel sorry for the earth's population
'cuz so few live in the U.S.A,
At least the foreigners can copy our morality,
They can visit but they cannot stay,
Only precious few
Can garner our prosperity,
It makes us walk
With renewed confidence,
We've got a place to go when we die and
The architect resides right here

We've got the American Jesus
Postering the ...
We've got the American Jesus
Overwhelming millions every day

He's the farmer barren fields,
The force the army wields,
The expression in the faces
Of the starving children,
The power of the man.
He's the fuel that drives the clan,
He's the motive and the conscience
Of the murderer
He's the preacher on TV,
The false sincerity,
The form letters that written by
The big computers,
He's the nuclear bombs,
And the kids with no moms
And I'm fearful that
He's inside me

We've got the American Jesus...

(In God we trust)
(Because he's one of us)
(Break down, cave in)
(We can redeem your sins)
(Strong heart, clear minds)
(And infinitely kind)
(You lose, we win)
(He is our champion!)



  GENERATOR (Gurewitz)

Like a rock,
like a planet,
like a fucking atom bomb,
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the
madness
that I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all before
in books and magazines
like a twitch before dying
like a pornographic sea
there's a flower behind the window
there's an ugly laughing man
like a hummingbird in silence
like the blood on my door
it's the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
wash me clean and I will run
until I reach the shore
I've known it all along
like the bone under my skin
like actors in a photograph
like paper in the wind
there's a hammer by the window
there's a knife on the floor
like turbines in darkness
like the blood on my door
it's the generator