Robert's caught in quicksand He's lookin' 'round the room for help but he's stranded Got untold secrets Ain't comin' out of his mouth, he's a careful kid Or from the clique he'll be shunned And he's gettin' blasé – he reads the Book for somethin' I don't think he knows what But he's huntin' for truth, yeah, he's hungry for truth
All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques They're better than everyone, how come, how come? All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques I'd rather run with the Son back where there's no bullies All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques They get to shun everyone outside their fun All the other kids with their puffed-up cliques I'd rather run with the Son that's where it's the coolest
Said His word's a long blade It can cuts ya both ways, and if Robert obeys it He thinks he'll be ostracized But didn't Jesus mention it's a sacrifice? He weighs it for a long time Then in spite of the danger, leaves the clique forever He's no longer secret Sayin' pearls of value also cost you a bitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
