As people try to tell us how to live our lives
Tell us how to make more money, how a family thrives
Nothing is sacred, nothing is clean
The innocence of a child's been murdered by TV
Are we the people that we want us to be
Or just a mass-produced product of partying and livin' free
Instantaneous, abundant and meaningless wealth
Is this what we were born for, is this for our health

There's really so much more than just the fleeting weekend bashes
And waking up next morning with cranial rashes
The consumerism in America’s like a goiter on our nation
Protruding from our neckline but invites no buyer hesitation
Some sliding cards in restaurants and every single store
While there's dozens of Oliver Twists out there saying “hey, can I have some more”
The expensive ties we wear are what tie us down like ropes
And keep us from a relationship that we could have with the God of hope

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
Oh I'll cling to that old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown

A thousand dollars spent, a thousand dollars worse
Looks like I'm gonna have to spend another thousand hours at work
The American dream it fills me with distress
It's a superficial plan, that won't ever give you happiness
Striving for money disguised as striving for greatness
As people in our church, it seems we're striving for fakeness
If we really lived up to all the ideals we confess
Imagine how the world would see us

It's increasingly apparent things aren't what they seem
A false sense of power a false sense of need
Our apartments are filled with application-less apparatuses
We’re proving to the public we accept our given statuses
Spending our lives making goals for prospects
Falling flat leading vocational paths with roadwork externalities
The reality of this the loss of friends I can't bear
But worse than that is leaving them to this materialistic world's care

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
Oh I'll cling to that old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown

What's wrong with this world, what's wrong with all us people
Acting like cowards as we hide beneath our steeple
How can they call on the name of the one they have yet to believe in?
And how can they believe on the name of the one they have not heard?
Oh yeah, how can someone hear unless there's someone there to preach it?
And how can anyone preach unless they’ve first been sent?
We've heard it time and time and time and time and time again
Yet we haven't figured it out ‘cause it's not stayin in our heads

Jesus said, that's a commandment not a suggestion
That we were to go and make disciples of every tongue and nation
How bout starting with ours? How bout going to your neighbors?
How bout sayin "no one's life is perfect, but Jesus, gave His up for yours"
But the problem isn't necessarily the unbelievers
It's the apathetic, lukewarm, half and half life, maybe believers
What people call "radical faith" is what Christ expects from all of us
And what you say you could never do might be what The Lord is calling you to do

So I'll cherish that old rugged cross
Till my trophies at last I lay down
Oh I'll cling to that old rugged cross
And exchange it someday for a crown

Rise up America, we were a country built on God
But if things keep going how they're going, we'll be six feet under sod
Come on church, quit being acceptant of evil
Come on people start loving other people
If we had half as much faith as we said that we did
The church wouldn't be judging for ourselves exactly who should go to heaven
For whoever exalts themselves will be humbled
And those who humble themselves with be exalted
let's put away our shackles and love how God intended