The Moshing Floor Lyrics & Chords By Steve Taylor

Once upon an average morn
an average boy was born for the second time
prone upon the altar there
he whispered up the prayer he'd kept hid inside
The vision came
he saw the odds
a hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"these will vie to take your place, but father,
by your grace i wil never kneel"
And i saw you, upright and proud
and i saw you wave to the crowd
and i saw you laughing out loud at the philistines
and i saw you brush away rocks
and i saw you pull up your socks
and i saw you out of the blocks
for the finish line
Darkness falls
the devil stirs
and as your vision blurs you start stumbling
the heart is weak
the will is gone
and every strong conviction comes tumbling down
Malice rains
the acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh
it floods the trail
it bleeds you dry
as every little god buys its pound of flesh
And i saw you licking your wounds
and i saw you weave your cocoons
and i saw you changing your tunes for the party line
and i saw you welsh on old debts
i saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
and you hemmed and you hawed
and you hedged all your bets
waiting for a sign
Let's wash our hands as we throw little fits
let's all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites
we're locked in the washroom turning old tricks
deaf
and joyless
and full of it
The vision came
he saw the odds
a hundred little gods on a gilded wheel
"these have tried to take your place, but father,
by your grace i will never kneel
i will never kneel..."
Off in the distance
bloodied but wise
as you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes
And i saw you
both hands were raised
and i saw your lips move in praise
and i saw you steady your gaze
for the finish line
Every idol like dust
a word scattered them all
and i rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall
and i gasped
when i saw you fall
in his arms
at the finish line