You might want to leave my house
You're the man, and I'm the mouse
I've claimed Jesus in my speech, but stuck to vices like a leech
I'm a man of empty words like a flock of dying birds
I've got followers in reach, but fail to practice what I preach
Oh-oh

Oh, I've got vices
And I can't fight it
Oh, I've got vices
I've placed 'em in Your hands
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins

Whoa-oh

You might wanna turn this off 'cause I'm a hypocrite in mind
What you've seen in video, I've been a fool, I've been a joke
Please forgive me, friend, it's true
I've sinned against our God and you
I repent to Jesus Christ, for He's above what can be priced
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Oh, I've got vices
Oh, I can't fight it
Oh, I've got vices
I've placed 'em in Your hands
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins

Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to— (whoa)
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins

Oh, I've got vices
And I can't fight it
Oh, I've got vices
And I've placed 'em in Your hands
Thank You, I am dead to sins
Thank You, I am dead to sins

I had vices
I couldn't fight them
Oh, I had vices
Father, thank You that I died
With Your Son, was crucified
Thank You, I was crucified