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 whore 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