Toby McKeehan and Mark Heimermann
1Separated, I cut myself clean|From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams;
2Kamikaze, my death is gain|I've been marked by my Maker, a peculiar display;
1Been appre___hended by a spiritual force,|And a grace that re__placed all the me I divorced.
2The high and lofty, they see me as weak,|'Cause I won't live and die, for the power they seek?
1I saw a man with a tat(too) on his big fat belly,|It wiggled around like marmalade jelly.
2There was a man in the desert with naps in his head,|The sand that he walked was also his bed.
1It took me a while to catch what it said,|'Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head.||
2The words that he spoke made the people assume,|There wasn't too much left in the upper room.||
1 "Jesus Saves" is what it raved,|In a typical tatoo green.
2With scabs on his back and hair on his face,|They thought he was strange by the locust he ate.
1He stood on a box in the middle of the city|And claimed he had a dream.
2Ya see the Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak,|Until the king took the head of this Jesus Freak.
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak?
What will people do when they find out it's true?
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus Freak.
There ain't no disguising the truth.
People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger,|That my best friend was born in a manger. (2x)
What will people think (What will people think)|What will people do (What will people do)
I don't really care (What else can I say)|There ain't no disguising the truth (Jesus is the way)