A song questioning the motives of militant gays, while at the same time criticizing the actions of militant "Christians".
Writer - Brodie Hay
Guitars/Vocals - Brodie Hay
Bass - Jared Zarn
Drums - Dave Watt
Producer - Sylvia Massy
Engineer - Rich Veltrop
Mastering - Maor Appelbaum
Recorded at Radiostar Studios in Weed, California
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Hey Mr. Militant
I question your intent
But I'm not here to start a fight
You're not so innocent
The lies that you invent
And I'm just here to make it right
I'm coming in like a thief in the night
You ought to know
No stone on stone will be left piled
You need to rescue all the gold
You've never known what weighs you down is never tied
Never tied
I see now your suffering
So where do I begin
Your stories wearing thin and tired
Collector of all things
Respecter of nothing
The treasure is where the heart resides
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