When you get what you want in the struggle for yourself
When the world makes you a king for a day
Go to the mirror, look at yourself
See what the man has to say
There may be some people think you got it down
Look at you like a super guy
But the man in the glass knows you're a clown
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
It's not your father, your mother,
sister or your brother
Banker, baker, not a cabinet-maker
Not the high rollin' shaker,
It's the man in the glass,
It's the Lord. It's the Lord.
There's man in a big house upon top the hill
He's number 1 in the people's eyes
He's trying to make everything perfectly clear
He's starting to believe in his own lies
They say it takes a big man to admit he's wrong
It even takes a little better class
But when you stand on the truth,
You know you belong
You're a friend of the man in the glass
It's not your father, your mother,
Sister or your brother
Banker, or the baker, not a cabinet-maker
Not the high rollin' shaker, it's the Lord
It's not your lover, teacher,
Neighbor or the preacher
Statesman, postman, bailsman, boatsman
It's not the high rollin' shaker
You got answer to...
It's the Lord. It's the Lord.

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