From the recording Bullhorn Prophet
Written after watching a protester yell crude things at children at a Pride festival, this song embodies the mood that needs to be given in response to such a display.
Lyrics
[verse 1]
Voice so tiny and small
Yet, you stand so tall
Spouting off God's decrees
Telling us we're all going to hell
Assumed we fell
For the lure of the profane
Throwing out the love for judgement
Throwing out the grace for condemnation
All you ever seem to do is…
[chorus]
(Shout! Shout!)
Scream your insults across the field
(Shout! Shout!)
Expecting us to yield
(Shout! Shout!)
Tongues of the devil to preach the word of your deity
(Shout! Shout!)
The last person to listen is me
[verse 2]
You never asked for my story
Too boring, you'd rather yell
And make your presence known
Endorphin rush at the reaction
Hoping you'll get traction
And win a sorry soul
But you never looked in the mirror
Never faced the terror of your own sin
To avoid it all, you just…
[chorus]
[bridge]
Don't inspect
Don't investigate
Don't perceive
That things may not be as they appear at first glance
You vilify
You willfully deny
You cannot see that…
The beast is you
[chorus 2]
(Shout! Shout!)
Scream your insults across the field
(Shout! Shout!)
Expecting us to yield
(Shout! Shout!)
Tongues of the devil to preach the word of your deity
(Shout! Shout!)
The last person to give a fuck is me