The Clothes Don't Make The Man

My brother's got a black an' white picture
 With numbers 'cross his chest
 An' he'll do 15 years if his behavior stays at it's best
 He took the blame to save his best friends name
 When a job that went bad down in Birmingham
 Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man
 Two cells down from where my brother lays his head
 The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read
 When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand
 But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold
 But The Clothes Don't Make The Man
 Designer names
 Rips and stains
 Shouldn't tell you who I am
 Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
 An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
 Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
 They all laughed an called 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 an' sandals on your feet
 Stripped of his pride
 He was crucified
 On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands
 But he rose from the grave in 3 days
 Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
 Designer names
 Rips and stains
 Shouldn't tell you who I am
 Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
 An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
 Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
 Designer names
 Rips and stains
 Shouldn't tell you who I am
 Cause sometimes angels hid their wings
 An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb
 Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man
 They don't make the man
 They don't make the man
 They don't make the man
 Woo...
 Yeah...
 Whoa, don't make the man
 Don't make the man, yeah
 Ohh...
 Yeah-eahh...