I lead the wa-a-ay
They are sheep, my true believers
I am their a-a-all
Grace them with my wisdom. How their numbers grow
Loyal legions follow everywhere I go.
I have a flock,
I'm their Messi-i-iah.

I've filled ha-a-alls
They throng to be beside me
My words they ve-enerate
And on their knees they worship, hallowing my name.
It's answers and it's loving that they crave
See how they flock,
To their messi-i-iah

I'm not a cu-u-ult,
But my words the world ado-ores;
They steep me in ido-olatry.
I've won disciples over, they seek me far and wide.
They're the lonely souls who've felt they're cast aside.
That's why they flock,
To their messi-i-iah.

They buy my boo-oo-ooks
To find quotes that hide deeper meanings
I'm ex-halted in their ar-ar-ardor
Right in all I do, sacred in their view.
I touch them all and each one touches me.
Why do they flock?
I'm no messi-i-iah

I cannot heal their pain;
'Cuz I'm just an average guy...