Disturbed by the words and the message that they sent
There's a hundred other uses for breath better spent
Forming the template, for how the band should be,
Devising and scheming someone else's ministry
What were the words? Did he say Jesus Christ?
Again and again until his name became trife?
What is the extent of all your tests?
What is the measure of their success?
Not acid or base to test in a beaker,
Hold your diving rod up to the speaker
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker
With pocketfuls of quips and gurgles,
Words that fluff like a handful of gerbils
I heard your yelling above the crowd,
Standing in the back with the arrogant and proud
You say preach, they say rock
You put my God inside a box
What is the extent of all your tests?
What is the measure of their success?
Not acid or base to test in a beaker,
Hold your diving rod up to the speaker
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker
The time has come, the night to end,
So speak your piece to your circle of friends
They ripped you off, they entertained,
[They did not try to ease your pain]
You thought you knew where God belonged,
But songs were sung and the band played on
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker