Album: The Best of the Gospel Years
I was raised on New York rock and roll
I took control
I was cool
Made the rounds
Made the record hops
I hit the top
Played the fool
From above I truly heard a friend
Truly now you must be born again
I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols
I was living by my horoscope
Taking pills to cope
With my pain
Rock and roll was my identity
My whole security
I made a name
Truly from above I heard a friend
Truly now you must be born again
I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols
Looking back over my years
My story did unfold
I worshipped people and their gifts
Not the gift giver at all
Well you see
People they've come and gone
But life in Him goes on and on
He's given me a brand new song
To sing
I put away my idols
I stripped away all the titles
Money wrinkles and things do decay
I put away my idols
Truly now you must be born again
Truly that's the way you will begin
You put away your idols
I stripped away the titles
Money wrinkles
Things do decay
I put away my idols
Cadillacs end up in the junkyard
I put away my idols
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