If I be lifted up you got the wrong man
If there be any glory donīt look at the band
The weight of perfection is getting on my nerves
Save all the hype for the one who deserves
One thing that binds us all - pros or beginners
We canīt deny the truth, all mankind are sinners...and
Chorus:
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief
"The lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes
The pride of life" screams the father of lies
Temptation is loud trying to force my choice
And Iīm straining to hear the still small voice
The Spirit brings conviction
Tonight I cannot sleep
I fall down on my face and cry
"My God - I need mercy!"...for
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief
I am the chief, I am the chief...of all sinners
