I hear you laughing loudly But I'm not laughing with you Well you may be joking first But I'll be the one who has the last laugh
You call yourself "progressive" I say it's all regressive You think you can stand in judgment so listen here and I'll remind you
Preaching the converted 'cause it's all you know Music's dead because it's all about the money now And you don't even know who you are anymore "Put it out somehow" – and the business man laughs all the way to the bank and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud
and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud and you don't even know who owns you anymore "put it out somehow" – "put it out somehow"
and the business man laughs all the way to the bank and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud and he's counting fast and he's laughing hard.laughing loud Can you take it?
In our test of wills you got us for a song Music's dead you sold us out for much too long preaching the converted......
I've given you all I have but you say I must find more "I've got to dig deeper-I've got to see all the way within my soul"
You may call it inspiration but I'd call it desperation We're wasting our moments for now reliving the past – again and again
A game of tin soldiers is all that we're playing here but nobody wins Well it doesn't mean anything 'cause it isn't all your saying now But I hope I'm invited for the ride just in case we end our test of wills Yes I've seen much stranger things in my days...
Preaching still... Preaching the converted in our test of wills...