IiiiiiiiiJust wanna make you famousJust wanna make you famousI, I, I began to reach for the starsThen I saw a star who reached for the crossThen I saw the crowd they were screaming at the screenLike crucify the King yeah, the man in betweenCrushed bones, blood dripping off his faceFramed on wood now that's a picture of graceBut the sequel comes a couple days laterWe saw the father strike the son something like darth vaderLooking for a stunt man who can conquer the fallMust take hits and must have no flawsDid his work and time in a coffin then splitI guess that's what you call a real box office hitPraise God it was Jesus and 12 on the SceneThat would makes his life pg-13Yeah I get choked up see itBut go buy the book you'll understand when you read itNo glitter no glam but my team still shines brightWhere ever you catch us I hope we flashing the lightBearing our crosses just to get our passions rightJim Caviziel on em we want to act like ChristWith every act I want to make em knownFor Every crack of with whip for every punch that was thrownOur Street team is punching the clockWhether you on Wall Str. or you're hitting the blockOn the backstreets building with the famBut we All n sync looking like a boy bandHe's the man plus a hard act to followOnly way to heaven he's a one way modelThe creator of the stars took the low roadCould have been a king could have been a PharaohYeah he did it make us blamelessSo now my only job is to make him famous
