Stand For - Molitor

Your God can’t hurt me anymore

Your God can’t hurt me anymore

No one with that kind of power;

No one with that kind of vision

Would stand for what you stand for

What do you stand for?

(No, No)

In the sermon spoke the snake spiting severed satan shakes

Your wasted life is a wasted light;

it could’ve been used for good

But you hated things you saw in spite

and really, it was just misunderstood

Your parents were wrong, your pastor was wrong

So keep on singing, just keep on singing that heavenly hymn

Your God can’t hurt me anymore

Your God can’t hurt me anymore

No one with that kind of power;

No one with that kind of vision

Would stand for what you stand for

What do you stand for?

What do you stand for?

(Keep on singing that heavenly hymn)