With a shield and a sword, he crushes evil in the name of the Lord,
In the fields of war his victory is the nails he bore,
With his head held high, he speaks the truth and he hates the lie,
He'll scream, he'll die, but God will raise him back to life.
He's a live wire,
He's a live wire,
He's on fire.
With the bend of the knee he can move a mountain or part a sea,
He's hot to the touch, like a burning flame that availeth much,
His life's a flash, he'll crack the darkness like a razor's slash,
But he loves and he cares; he'll pick you up when you're in despair.
He's a live wire,
He's a live wire,
He's on fire.
Live wire,
Live wire,
He's on fire.
His arms are huge by the weight he carries of verbal abuse,
His back is torn with the agony of an open sore,
His face is marred, the dried blood of an open scar,
The gates of Hell shall not prevail 'cause he's torn the veil.
He's a live wire,
He's a live wire,
He's a live wire.
