We are a servant

We have a song

The side of a beehive

A tabernacle choir



We are the sound

Working in wars

The bishop is gone

To the acolyte shores



We save our Bibles

We pull our sleeves

The word is a guard

And the guard is a cleave



We are the right

We are the stay

The accolade's gone

We are what you say

We are what you say

We are what you say



We have no language

We have no chore

The side of a beehive

The bride is a whore



We are a spite

We are at bay

The Spirit is life

We are what you say



We have a sermon

We have a song

The bishop is easy

The bishop is wrong



The Spirit is right

The Spirit will say

We are a light

We are what you say

We are what you say

We are what you say

We are what you say

We are what you say