Mark Robertson and Beaker Well, who's that man who thinks He's a prophet? Well, I wonder if He's got something up His sleeve Where's He from? Who is His daddy? There's rumors He even thinks Himself a king Of a kingdom of paupers Simpletons and rogues The who*es all seem to love Him And the drunks propose a toast And they say, "Surely God is with us. Well, surely God is with us." They say, "Surely God is with us today!" Who's that man who says He's a preacher? Well, He must be, He's disturbing all our peace Where's He get off, and what is He hiding And every word He says those fools believe Who could move a mountain Who would love their enemy Who could rejoice in pain And turn the other cheek And still say, "Surely God is with us, Well, surely God is with us," Who'll say, "Surely God is with us today, today!" They say, "Surely God is with us Well, surely God is with us" They say, "Surely God is with us" Blessed are the poor in spirit Heaven belongs to them Blessed are those who make peace They are God's children I Am the Bread of Life, and the Way" You hear that Man, believe what He says! Tell me, who's that Man, they made Him a prisoner They tortured Him and nailed Him to a tree Well if He's so bad, who did He threaten? Did He deserve to die between two thieves? See the scars and touch His wounds He's risen flesh and bone Now the sinners have become the saints And the lost have all come home And they say, "Surely God is with us (Surely God is with us) Well, surely God is with us," They say, "Surely God is with us today!" (Today!) They say, "Surely God is with us Well, surely God is with us" They say, "Surely God is with us today"