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
