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 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