If I had a dime
For every dollar IÂ’ve wasted
Trying to be happy
I could retire
Because I would be miserably wealthy
Then IÂ’d have the time
To see that IÂ’d thrown out my life
Like the paper
And maybe the time
By GodÂ’s grace to start it all over

Buy the truth
Though it costs all you have
Buy the truth
DonÂ’t ever sell it out
What good is a tool
In the hand of a fool
If you donÂ’t buy wisdom?

If I sold You out
I could make enough money
To live for a while
Walk in the room
And important people would smile
Hold my head proud
And know I had made the best
Business decision
Wave at the crowds
Who give me their money
Like it was religion

Buy the truth
Though it costs all you have
Buy the truth
DonÂ’t ever sell it out
What good is a tool
In the hand of a fool
If you donÂ’t buy wisdom?

Please
DonÂ’t make yourself at home
Please
DonÂ’t make yourself at home
Please
DonÂ’t make yourself at home
Please
DonÂ’t make yourself at home
The land of opportunity
And superficiality
Syncretized theology
A compromised reality

God, touch our eyes
Expose the lies
That waste our lives
And block the light
A future hope
That weÂ’ll wake up
And see the truth
For whatÂ’s itÂ’s worth

Buy the truth
Though it costs all you have
Buy the truth
DonÂ’t ever sell it out
What good is a tool
In the hand of a fool
If you donÂ’t buy wisdom?