Uwa
Boy, boy
Hu
Uwa
Eeeyeah
Just call, just call
Hu
They have become too comfortable
Watching God hang from trees
They have become too accustomed
To seeing God shot by the police
And who are they that defile the temple of the most high
They are gods of their own making
False idols exalted before idols
On which we are the sacrifice
Get up, for we are no longer bound to their service
You that want to live
You that want to live
Let me show you a different way