Steve Taylor - The Moshing Floor lyrics

Pendleton elbows Stick in my craw Old Doc Marten He made me say "aaaaw" Deck your best partner La**es or lads Don't you feel lucky In your knee pads CHORUS On the moshing floor Whatever, whatever On the moshing floor Whatever, whatever Whatever stage, whatever floor Hangtime, hangtime And it's 1, 2, 3, 4 What are we dying for? No guru No mother No method No smile Nice style Bad form Is the body still warm? I wanna see you blink Shrinks in lab coats Huddle in the back Whatcha blaming me for? I'm just the soundtrack All you baby boomers Feigning dismay You hired the nanny You faked her resume (CHORUS) I wanna do that crawl Malls and religion Build the new forts Jesus is a franchise In their food courts Who needs commitment? You gargle, then spit Just like the home team In the moshing pit (CHORUS) (Notes and Interpretations) The moshing floor is the landing pad for stage divers. It's also a metaphor for the end of the 20th Century, where the only action is reaction ("whatever, whatever"), and all commitment to principles gets lost in the free fall. - Steve