Moloch Revisited - Johnny Crashed
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
For twenty years now I've been writing these songs
Never sure I'm right, likely I'm wrong
Just hoping the words might shed some truth,
Seeing the world through the eyes of my youth
All the while I've been fighting the fight
Tilting at windmills, trying to make it right
With a protest here and a protest there
Driven by anger and fueled by fear....of
Moloch, Moloch
So then one morning you're forty years old
The war's still raging, well bless my soul
Cuz I'm looking for sun on a cloudy day
I'm looking for love in a world of hate
Looking for a reason to carry on
Looking for a way to stop the bombs
Looking for something to light my way
Looking for color in a world of grey...thanks to
Moloch, Moloch
Cuz we're never really sure where to look some times
To find the right reason, to find the right rhymes
Cuz the world has a way of clouding you
It makes you see red when the sky is blue
And we're climbing up mountains that seem to never stop
Thinking you're a wave when you're barely a drop
Putting on the miles like a worn out truck
Trying to figure out why you should give a fuck...about
Moloch, Moloch
And then one day there's a little baby girl
Trying to make sense out of someone else's world
And a little baby boy climbing on your back,
Calling you a monkey, trying to take a crack
At a scene that makes you cry while you laugh,
Asking yourself is this the better half
Or is this all we get this time around
To scream all we want but not make a sound...thanks to
Moloch, Moloch
So that's when you stop and that's when you see
That's when you find a perfect clarity
That the world holds out all that you need
In the eyes of a baby that always wants to feed
So you give yourself over to all that you feel
And all that hurts finally gets to heal
And then there's a sense that despite all this shit,
The world and you still kind of fit...so fuck
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
Moloch, Moloch
For twenty years now I've been writing these songs
Never sure I'm right, likely I'm wrong
Just hoping the words might shed some truth,
Seeing the world through the eyes of my youth
All the while I've been fighting the fight
Tilting at windmills, trying to make it right
With a protest here and a protest there
Driven by anger and fueled by fear....of
Moloch, Moloch
So then one morning you're forty years old
The war's still raging, well bless my soul
Cuz I'm looking for sun on a cloudy day
I'm looking for love in a world of hate
Looking for a reason to carry on
Looking for a way to stop the bombs
Looking for something to light my way
Looking for color in a world of grey...thanks to
Moloch, Moloch
Cuz we're never really sure where to look some times
To find the right reason, to find the right rhymes
Cuz the world has a way of clouding you
It makes you see red when the sky is blue
And we're climbing up mountains that seem to never stop
Thinking you're a wave when you're barely a drop
Putting on the miles like a worn out truck
Trying to figure out why you should give a fuck...about
Moloch, Moloch
And then one day there's a little baby girl
Trying to make sense out of someone else's world
And a little baby boy climbing on your back,
Calling you a monkey, trying to take a crack
At a scene that makes you cry while you laugh,
Asking yourself is this the better half
Or is this all we get this time around
To scream all we want but not make a sound...thanks to
Moloch, Moloch
So that's when you stop and that's when you see
That's when you find a perfect clarity
That the world holds out all that you need
In the eyes of a baby that always wants to feed
So you give yourself over to all that you feel
And all that hurts finally gets to heal
And then there's a sense that despite all this shit,
The world and you still kind of fit...so fuck
Moloch, Moloch