Mosh For Jesus Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - Dillinger Four

A vague expression and a silent motive 

To take this shithole by the fucking throat 

And then it's on our hands 

And that's how the new world began 

A passing phrase of quiet indignation 

A molotov to start the conflagration 

'Til we've lost our voice we'll make a joyful noise 

A penny for your treason 

Is worth a thousand more of hollow freedom 

The world is feeling twice as cold today 

And there's no more disguising it's decay 

All this shit I gotta believe it was an accident 

A random chance 

Ignorance, intolerance abounding 

How could this be a part of any greater plan 

A new Discussion of an age old question 

An age old method of towards a new direction 

When the going's tough 

We'll bite the hand that feeds 

Break the fist that abuses 

Be the voice of truth in a world so truthless 

And juvenile, a stab in the back with a smile.