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 who*e 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