Litmus - Five Iron Frenzy

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 trite?

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 divining 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 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 divining 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 never tried 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