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