Why is a man so mean
That he can't offer to say
What it is that he's proud of
It withers day by day

No, I don't wanna be an angel
I don't pretend to be a saint
Got nothing new of my own to say
My lips are dry and my throat aches

You seem not to know what I'm driving at
Tell ye the truth, nor do I
It's a change, something else of what we're used to
Not just another heap of lies.

Some day I'll be cold and lonely
No, I don't want them to say
No sorry words, nor praise my glory
When I won't hear it anyway.

Maybe some evening, or late at night
Or even in the middle of day
Never mind, it makes no difference
Just stand upright and say:

Praise, praise the Lord
Praise the Lord alll nations
Praise the Lord, Praise the Lord
Won't ye praise the Looord...
Oh praise the Lord, yeah...

No need to stoop, don't hide your face
To mask your pain and despair
When you reach the point
No return, no hope
Stand upright, man, in prayer

Thy kingdom come, on earth
Same as it's up there in heaven
Do I believe in the world to come?
But be you a muslim, a budhist or heathen
There's a place there for everyone

So stand up, man,
Rise from the dead and praise the Lord
Don't kneel, don't bow
Don't procrastinate yourself
What you've had's been enough
Quite enough for God to know.

So stand up, man,
Rise with the sun and praise the Lord
Come on all nations
Of all creeds & factions
Won't ye praise the Lord...