I tell you the truth,
My love, my friend, my bride, my son, my man.
'Tis deeper than the gov't
You know just whom lies in that tomb.
'Tis a dangerous truth
Some say "No way, my way, I want it my way,
Oh me, oh my, oh my, oh me,
My my, me me, me need mama, need my mommy me...
'Tis not whether you like it or not
Ain't gonna dumb it down
'cause not every man is for himself...
Hear me now + ask me how you was born all ready
To die + live again...
Cling onto the Son of Man + all those creepies be gone.
Dad forgave and forgot and he hit your spot
Give thanx for that olde rugged cross.
"'Tis we, not me."
Welcome 'em home,
It's new every morn.
"'Tis we, 'tis we, 'tis we not me."