I want pleasure in your sight
And I want to subscribe to your delight
So hold on and see what I do for you
Oh, by the way, did you see me dressed in my
My beautiful robe?
My head was bleeding so red
But of all the thorns in my crown
The roses blended instead with my beautiful robe
Carries on, I'll carry on
I cut down a tree
Said, 'Man, would you look at me', yeah, yeah, yeah
I stuck my head in a thorn bush
Man, I was deceived
Oh, my brother, your hands are full of sores
But God bless you, brother, my nails are longer than yours
I was crucified with Christ but how come I'm not dead?
God gave me a cross but I made my own instead
My beautiful cross carries on, I'll carry on
I cut down a tree
I nailed myself to the wood, yeah, yeah, yeah
I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I fell to my knees and I remember the words of God pierced so hard, 'Your righteousness is like filthy rags' and I fell to my knees and said, 'God, my filthy robe.'
My filthy robe, my filthy robe, my filthy robe
I cut down a tree
I nailed myself to the wood, yeah, yeah, yeah
I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
