You've got your best man on the front side
You always show your best side
And evil's always on the other side
You say this is your strategy
But son I hope you take it from me
You look just like your enemy
You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de
You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de
We better trash our idols if we want to be
In the army of the Lord
And the greatest idol is you and me,
We better get on the threshing floor
When will we learn that God's strategy
Is giving glory to the Lord?
So God, so trash our idols cos' we want to be
In the army of the Lord
Star how beautiful you shine
You shine more beautiful than mine
You shine from sea to shining sea
World-wide is your stra--tegy
But shinning star I hope you see
If the whole wide world is staring straight at you
They can't - see - me
( I want them to know me but they can't see me
I want them to know me,
So rise rise rise
Live out your fantasy; think that your better than me?
Rise rise rise
Live out your man-made religiosity!
Rise rise rise
Live out your strategies!
We better trash our idols if we want to be
In the army of the Lord
And the greatest idol is you and me,
We better get on the threshing floor
When will we learn that God's strategy
Is giving glory to the Lord?
So we trash our idols cos' we want to be
In the army of the Lord
In the army of the Lord
Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Oh God!
Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army