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There's More
Is that it?!
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Take charge
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» highest in charts: # 740 (193,485 songs currently listed in Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 52 (8,518 songs currently listed in Rock > Christian Rock)
» highest in sub-genre: # 52 (8,518 songs currently listed in Rock > Christian Rock)
Lyrics
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV
Am I insanse yet?
Surely there's more.
This can't be all that God made us for.
I'm getting so fat...
Life just ain't what it used to be...
Wake up, school, come home, watch TV.
Now so complicated, golly!
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV.
Rocking back and forth...
Surely there's more.
This can't be all that God made us for.
Is this where life's at?
Still, anchor-down. Every day a replay.
What would Jesus do? And, just what will He say
when I get my little halo? (la...la...la...la...)
"Well done, faithful couch potato!"
I don't know, that doesn't sound right...
Comfort is the pan that fries us.
Life might have some nice suprises,
if I just follow His direction
and get rid of my warped affection for the flat-gray of a no-risk life.
Security's a prison term...
Hey! Hey! There's more!
This isn't all that God made us for!
Hold on to nothing,
Let Go!
Move!
Haul up the anchor, finally! And, let Jesus truly be the ocean and the wind...
We'll see what happens then...
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV
Am I insanse yet?
Surely there's more.
This can't be all that God made us for.
I'm getting so fat...
Life just ain't what it used to be...
Wake up, school, come home, watch TV.
Now so complicated, golly!
Wake up, work, come home, watch TV.
Wake up, go to work, come home, watch TV.
Rocking back and forth...
Surely there's more.
This can't be all that God made us for.
Is this where life's at?
Still, anchor-down. Every day a replay.
What would Jesus do? And, just what will He say
when I get my little halo? (la...la...la...la...)
"Well done, faithful couch potato!"
I don't know, that doesn't sound right...
Comfort is the pan that fries us.
Life might have some nice suprises,
if I just follow His direction
and get rid of my warped affection for the flat-gray of a no-risk life.
Security's a prison term...
Hey! Hey! There's more!
This isn't all that God made us for!
Hold on to nothing,
Let Go!
Move!
Haul up the anchor, finally! And, let Jesus truly be the ocean and the wind...
We'll see what happens then...
