Lyrics
Every media minute
America's hysterical hands drip blood
A pointing finger on inward
The people scroll over bodies
Wet dreams of war
We want to believe we aren't dying too
And the joy is sad
And the art is sadder
When will we live we think in words
And I am a sound
They tell me love is hard work
But why does it come so easy?
I haven't clocked in
I don't want this love to tire
Or go on strike for better wages
Or lose itself in a bottle
At a lonely bar
I am tired of protest
I'm tired of protest
Everything, everything, everything
Everything here is a job
Even love
And that is how I know
That is how I know they have trained us to become what we loathe
To desire what disguises us
To be the executed and the executioner
I had a friend who had a friend and they are no more
He was so busy
He was so busy being himself
He couldn't try just being for a change
Maybe
Maybe if we market love like a selfie
Or maybe if we offer a stimulus package for
Feelings we don't allow ourselves to feel
Maybe then
Maybe then we can communicate
Or at the very least we can laugh
We can laugh at the hypocrisy of our silly predicament here together
Insanity is the father of invention
He's a rolling stone
The Christians are clinging to their God more than ever before
Rickety religions reveal rickety men
Been there
Done that
I want a God no American can worship
I want a God who doesn't want to be worshipped
Who isn't insecure or condescending
I want a God who doesn't put borders around heaven
I want a God who smuggles souls past patrol officers
Sins seated in the trunk of his four-door chest
Thundering down walls
I want a God, don't you?
Don't you?
We need something
Something greater than ourselves
There's a whole lot of religion
And not enough God
A whole lot of religion
And not enough God
To the God that shivers the leaves
Kisses the rivers
And brings us to our knees
Something, something greater within ourselves
I want a God who returns prayers to sender
Who laughs with or at us
I want a God, don't you?
We need something
I want a God who loves
America's hysterical hands drip blood
A pointing finger on inward
The people scroll over bodies
Wet dreams of war
We want to believe we aren't dying too
And the joy is sad
And the art is sadder
When will we live we think in words
And I am a sound
They tell me love is hard work
But why does it come so easy?
I haven't clocked in
I don't want this love to tire
Or go on strike for better wages
Or lose itself in a bottle
At a lonely bar
I am tired of protest
I'm tired of protest
Everything, everything, everything
Everything here is a job
Even love
And that is how I know
That is how I know they have trained us to become what we loathe
To desire what disguises us
To be the executed and the executioner
I had a friend who had a friend and they are no more
He was so busy
He was so busy being himself
He couldn't try just being for a change
Maybe
Maybe if we market love like a selfie
Or maybe if we offer a stimulus package for
Feelings we don't allow ourselves to feel
Maybe then
Maybe then we can communicate
Or at the very least we can laugh
We can laugh at the hypocrisy of our silly predicament here together
Insanity is the father of invention
He's a rolling stone
The Christians are clinging to their God more than ever before
Rickety religions reveal rickety men
Been there
Done that
I want a God no American can worship
I want a God who doesn't want to be worshipped
Who isn't insecure or condescending
I want a God who doesn't put borders around heaven
I want a God who smuggles souls past patrol officers
Sins seated in the trunk of his four-door chest
Thundering down walls
I want a God, don't you?
Don't you?
We need something
Something greater than ourselves
There's a whole lot of religion
And not enough God
A whole lot of religion
And not enough God
To the God that shivers the leaves
Kisses the rivers
And brings us to our knees
Something, something greater within ourselves
I want a God who returns prayers to sender
Who laughs with or at us
I want a God, don't you?
We need something
I want a God who loves