Story Behind the Song
This song was recorded in the little studio at ASCAP in Nashville. I credit the line "God quota" to Jessie Robertson, another really good songwriter, for the phrase via a phone conversation we had. Thanks to the girl in the wedding dress and duck-taped combat boots.
Lyrics
Futile, brutal words in everything you say.
Just tell me have you met your “God quota” today?
You claim justification in idioms and clichs.
What would this world be like if you had nothing to say?
Chorus
I’m a little weary of your self-righteous stance.
When legalism meats cynicism, I don’t stand a chance.
Selfish ambition makes for an ugly, ugly man.
And there’s nothing uglier than a self-righteous stance.
Have I offended you? Good, I hope I have.
Made you feel uncomfortable, think about your stance?
Your false-hearted benevolence is like too much sugar on my soul.
It weeps and cries for insulin, just before raging out of control.
Repeat Chorus
Sometimes I get so caught up in my own words,
That I exalt myself, in such uncertain terms.
The day it becomes not about searching, but about speaking eloquently.
I can’t deny myself what the mirror clearly sees.
Repeat Chorus
1 Corinthians 1:17
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