The Clothes Don't Make The Man

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My brother's got a black an' white picture 
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With numbers 'cross his chest 
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An' he'll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at it's best 
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He took the blame to save his best friends name 
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  In a job that went bad  down in Birmingham 
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Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man 


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Two cells down from where my brother lays his head 
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The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read 
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When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand 
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But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold 
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But The Clothes Don't Make The Man 


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Designer names 
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Rips and stains 
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Shouldn't tell you who I am 
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings 
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb 
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man 


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They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king 
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You don't even own a home 
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You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet 
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Stripped of his pride 
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He was crucified 
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On a cross with nails of hatred in his hands 
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But he rose from the grave in 3 days 
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man 


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Designer names 
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Rips and stains 
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Shouldn't tell you who I am 
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings 
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb 
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man 


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Designer names 
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Rips and stains 
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Shouldn't tell you who I am 
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Cause sometimes angels hide their wings 
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An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb 
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Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man 


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They don't make the man 
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They don't make the man 
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They don't make the man 

Woo... 

Yeah... 
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Whoa, don't make the man 
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Don't make the man, yeah 
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         Ohh... 

Yeah-eahh...