Verse 1]
Politics, holy tricks, pick your clique
Somebody’s got the itch to be the next big wig
Ditch on both sides, nobody wants the middle
Might get caught in the crossfire of the holy blazin’ pistols
Chewed up, spit out, left feelin’ little
People on the sideline, moms and dads and children dyin’
We can’t hear the sound of their crying
Over the sound of the preachers fighting
’Bout the reason for their mean-hearted rhetoric
Holy missiles flying
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody’s got a revelation
Mostly to promote their own elevation
Don’t think they won’t use you
[Chorus]
Convictions and religion
But not much biblical truth
Yeah, everybody’s got a revelation
Mostly to promote their own elevation
Don’t think they won’t use you
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[Verse 2]
Your heart bleeding means their heart’s beating
To the sound of a selfish drum
Pounding out a rhythm of a song not yet sung
If your misery paints their masterpiece
They’ll give that brush a plunge
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[Chorus – Repeat]
Everybody’s got a revelation
Mostly to promote their own elevation
Don’t think they won’t use you