My brother´s got a black & white picture with numbers across his chest
He´ll do 15 more years if his behavior stays at its best
He took the blame to save his best friend´s name
At a job that when bad down in Birmingham
Yeah, but he don´t mind that orange suit cause he knows
The clothes don´t make the man

Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
The walls echo "Amazing Grace"
And quotes of scriptures that man once read
When he preyed upon the little souls of all those boys
That didn´t understand
You can wear a robe that´s laced with gold
But the clothes don´t make the man

Chorus :
Designer names, rips and stains, shouldn´t tell you who I am
Cause sometimes angels hide their wings
And the devil´s dressed like a lamb
Yeah, the clothes don´t make the man

They all laughed and call him names
When he said that he was sent to be their king
You don´t even own a home, you´ve got simple clothes
And sandals on your feet
Stripped on his pride
He was crucified up on a cross with nails of hatred
In his hands
But he rose from that grave in 3 days
Yeah, the clothes don´t make the man

Chorus

Guitar solo

Chorus

Don´t make the man, don´t make the man
Don´t make the man
Ouh
Yeah
Oh, don´t make the man, don´t make the man, yeah
Oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah