Ongelofelijke vette song van DC Talk. Separated and I cut myself clean From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams Been apprehended by a spiritual force And a grace that replaced all the me I divorced I saw a man with a tattoo on his big fat belly It wiggled around like marmalade jelly It took me a while to catch what it said Cause’ I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head Jesus saves it what it raved in a typical tattoo green He stood in a box in the middle of the city And claimed he had a dream Chorus: What will people think when they hear that I’m a Jesus Freak? What will people do when they find that it’s true I don’t really care if they label me a Jesus Freak There ain’t no disguising the truth I don`t mean to hide it... Kamikaze my death is gain I’ve been marked by my makerA peculiar display The high and lofty they see me as weak Cause’ I won’t live and die for the power they seek There was a man from the desert with naps on his head The sand that he walked was also his bed The words he spoke made the people assume There wasn’t too much left in the upper room With skins on his back and hair on his face They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak Until the king took the head of this Jesus Freak People say I’m strange does it make me a stranger That my best friend was born in a manger