Deliverance

Lyrics

They say I'm John the Baptist to a sullen tribe The stones used to pave the way were thrown by hypocrites Who rushed to embrace the new Messiah They quickly backed off when the road caught fire And we twist And we twist And we twist And we twist A shut in number with their grandfather's pearls Wrote a few treatises that stormed the world And we pony And we pony And we pony And we pony Pick up a pen, deliver me again Pick up a pen, deliver me again Pick up a pen, deliver me again Pick up a pen, deliver me again Then there was the chapter no one bothered to write The tale of a girl who was born to fight She picked up a hammer on the day she was born Started smashing through the temples at the eye of the storm She said 'If I can't dance, it's not a revolution' I said 'You start writing, I'll provide the music' And we stomped And we stomped And we stomped And we stomped And we stomped Raise your voice, let's make a toast Raise your voice, let's make a toast I got a three-dollar bill rubbing against my thigh If you ever grace my door, I'll bleed with pride And we clog And we clog Pick up a pen, deliver me again Pick up a pen, deliver me again Then we clog, pony, stomp, twist And then we clog, twist, clog, stomp And then we clog And then we play And then we clog And then we play And then we shout, clog, twist, stomp, yeah Pick up a pen, deliver me again Raise your voice, let's make a toast