I am singer of songs
A writer of wrongs
A dreamer of sighs
A hater of lies, so are you
And so are you
As the preacher said to the king
"Which part of, Jesus, are you from?
Now where do you belong?
In my heart? No, no, no
Just in this song
It takes much more then having enough
To keep you satisfied
Takes much more then what it's worth with lives
As the preacher said to the queen
"Mess up your head in my armor sheen
You know what I mean
Keep it clean, it's a dream
You know what I mean"