[Verse 1]
Disturbed by the words and the message that they sent
There's a hundred other uses for breath better spent
Forming the template, for how the band should be
Devising and scheming someone else's ministry
What were the words?
Did he say Jesus Christ?
Again and again until his name became trite?

[Pre-Chorus]
What is the extent of all your tests?
What is the measure of their success?

[Chorus]
Not acid or base to test in a beaker
Hold your divining rod up to the speaker
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker

[Verse 2]
With pocketfuls of quips and gurgles
Words that fluff like a handful of gerbils
I heard your yelling above the crowd
Standing back with the arrogant and proud
You say preach, they say rock
You put my God inside a box
[Pre-Chorus]
What is the extent of all your tests?
What is the measure of their success?

[Chorus]
Not acid or base to test in a beaker
Hold your divining rod up to the speaker
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker

[Bridge]
The time has come, the night to end
So speak your piece to your circle of friends
They ripped you off, they entertained
They never tried to ease your pain
You thought you knew where God belonged
But songs were sung and the band played on

[Ending]
Litmus test a piece of paper
You'll never formulate your maker