We are small, but we tower
Built up for years with bricks of wisdom and comprehension
Oh, look at how well we’ve done for ourselves
Look at how well we've done for ourselves
We are frail, but we’re solid down to the bone
But I don’t feel him in my bones
Oh no, these arms aren’t reaching
Maybe they’re too stiff
Maybe they’re too thin
Oh no, these arms aren’t reaching
Maybe they’re too stiff
Maybe they’re too thin
Beneath our noble heads
We contain the hearts of children
If only we could lose our heads
And let the youth become our necks
'Cause it’s a bold-faced lie
That we’re all gonna die
'Cause we’re just passing through time
No, we don’t have to die
I have dressed my head with a solid crown
Steadfast like the rest
I was a tower in the city of God
And I had a strong sense of what that meant
But I was still drenched in liquor and lust
And I found I was just afraid of death
So if my words are few, and I smell of the devil
Then, according to the rules, I’m a damned fool
And I’ll probably catch flak for saying so too
