Separated, I cut myself clean
from a past that comes back
in my darkest of dreams.
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
and a grace that replaced all the me I divorced.

Kamikaze, my death is gain.
I've been marked by my Maker, a peculiar display.
The high and lofty, they see me as weak,
'cause I won't live and die, for the power they seek.

  I saw a man with a tat on his big fat belly.
  It wiggled around like marmalade jelly.
  It took me a while to catch what it said,
  'cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head.
      "Jesus Saves" is what it raved, in a typical tatoo green.
  He stood on a box in the middle of the city
  and he claimed he had a dream.

  There was a man from the desert with naps in his head.
  The sand that he walked was also his bed.
  The words that he spoke made the people assume,
  there wasn't too much left in the upper room.
  With skins on his back and hair on his face,
  they thought he was strange by the locust he ate.
  Ya see the Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak,
  until the king took the head of this Jesus Freak.

  What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus Freak?
  What will people do when they find out it's true?
  I don't really care if they label me a Jesus Freak.
  There ain't no disguising the truth.

  People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?
  My best friend was born in a manger.
  (2x)

  What will people think?
  (What will people think?)
  What will people do?
  (What will people do?)
  I don't really care.
  (What else can I say?)
  There ain't no disguising the truth.
  (Jesus is the way.)