Our report earlier this week about the songs "Vanity" and "Dept. of False Hope" being released today turned out to be correct!

However, instead of the songs having been made available in the common music stores such as iTunes and Amazon, "Vanity" is only available from pretty unknown service called "rdio". Check it out here (you'll have to sign up, though): http://www.rdio.com/artist/Bad_Religion/album/Vanity/

"Dept. of False Hope", on the other hand, can only be found in Zune Marketplace, Xbox Marketplace, which apparently means you'll need a Windows phone or an Xbox. Windows 8 Music also contains the song, free of charge (thanks Powderedtoastman for the info!).

Bad Religion fans wouldn't be Bad Religion fans if they hadn't already made the songs available on Youtube:

Vanity (thanks to Gaia):

Dept. of False Hope:

Lyrics

Vanity:

I'll strike it if I don't like it
Gimme a club and I will have myself a riot
I'm a monkey with a brick on my shoulder
And I'm getting bolder

Let's deny and defame
Let's destroy and recreate in our glorious name
And when the joke of our centrality is upon us
Grovel and decry

Our vanity
Disgraced to face our own humanity
In a world that mocks our tragedy

Hyper-aware and impaired
Terrified by natures mocking stare
Yearning for significance beyond our animal ken
On which we do depend

Such vanity
Isolated with our own inanity
Entangled by our callow gravity
Disgraced to face our own humanity

Dept. of False Hope:

Welcome my son to where the work is never done
And the hungry are seldom ever fed
The department of false hope is a proving ground for dopes
And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread (Hosanna)

So hold your head up high forgotten man
Tomorrow won't be made for you
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand
For god and man there's nothing more to do

It crackled on the radio through bright plumes of the sun
The announcer said the age of faith was dead
Though the adolescent nation was just looking for salvation
The beast of reason reared it's ugly head (Hosanna)

So hold your head up high forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand
For god and man there's nothing more to do

From your cradle of destruction
With the poorest of instruction
And the merest sliver of a tune
You managed somehow to muddle through

So hold your head up high forgotten man
Tomorrow's not for me and you
And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand
For god and man there's nothing more to do
There is nothing more