Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Moshing Floor, artist - Steve Taylor. Album song Squint, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 15.11.1993
Record label: Splint Entertainment, The Fuel
Song language: English
The Moshing Floor |
| Pendleton elbows |
| Stick in my craw |
| Old Doc Marten |
| He made me say «aaaaw» |
| Deck your best partner |
| Lasses or lads |
| Don’t you feel lucky |
| In your knee pads |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |