Isabelle is a belly dancer
With a kleptomaniac's restraint
Tried stealing Helena's handbasket
Made a quick getaway, but McQueen she ain't
At the courtroom, Joshua judges her ruthlessly
On account of Ruth walking out on him
In the Big House, Isabelle is a-tellin' all
To the chaplain who's become her friend
She says
I don't know why you care
I don't know what's out there
I don't know where or how
Just take me to your leader now
Justin is adjustin' to the odor
From Theodore's Evergreen Incense
But aroma therapy don't make him any younger
Than Oliver's All-Liver Supplements
His late mate Marilee merrily
Said immortality can't be bought in a jar
This just in: Justin's had enough of cure-alls
Gonna quiz the neighbor kid with the fish on his car
He says
I don't know why you care
I don't know what's out there
I don't know how it's done
Just take me to your leader, Son
I see you've got the joy
I've seen you live it, Boy
It's real, it's free, it's fun
So take me to your leader, Son
They don't know why we care
They don't know what's out there
They don't know how it's done
Let's take 'em to our leader's Son
They see we've got the joy
They see us live it, oi!
It's real, it's free, it's fun
Let's take 'em to our leader's Son
Recorded by the Newsboys. Lyrics by Steve Taylor.
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