Intro – Distant drums, metal clanging, boots stomping]
(Spoken, low and gritty)
Yeah.
This one’s for the working man.
Hard hat. Calloused hands.
Sunday halo. Monday hell.
(Drums build)
Let’s go.
Alarm clock screaming at 5 a.m.
Boots hit concrete, here we go again
Grease on my hands, dust in my lungs
Same old fight, same old tongue
Sunday I was front row saved
Hands up high, hands that praised
Said “Amen” like I meant every word
But Monday morning? I never heard it
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[Pre-Chorus]
I know the talk.
I know the lines.
I know the songs.
I know the signs.
But if my faith folds under heat,
Was it alive… or just a seat?
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[Chorus – war drum anthem]
We don’t need Sunday-only warriors
Check-the-box believers
Halo shining in the light
But gone before the week gets deeper
If it dies by Monday night
It was never built to fight
Real faith bleeds.
Real faith stays.
Real faith walks it out
Six hard days.
Steel-toe strong.
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[Verse 2]
Bible riding on my dash
Temper riding twice as fast
Talking cross and sacrifice
But my pride won’t pay the price
Posting verses, sharing truth
Acting different with the crew
If the job site sees no change
Then what exactly did I claim?
Six days loud, one day clean
Living split like two different teams
If they can’t tell who I serve
Maybe I don’t either.
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[Breakdown – slow, crushing chant]
Doers.
Not hearers.
Doers.
Not hearers.
Faith that works.
Faith that stays.
Not just raised
On Sundays.
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[Bridge – redemption shift]
I don’t want a faith that hides
Behind a building, behind my pride
I want grit inside my grace
I want truth I can’t replace
Patience when I’m pushed too far
Mercy in the middle of scars
Not a sticker.
Not a phase.
Not a weekend I can praise.
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[Final Chorus – bigger, defiant]
We are not Sunday-only warriors
We are not part-time believers
We lace it up.
We live it loud.
We carry faith into the crowd.
If it’s real, it won’t retreat.
If it’s real, it’s on its feet.
Real faith stands.
All week long.
Real faith
wears
steel-toes.
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