Sir, they've all gone off to him
I said to that baptizer
We watched as all his friends
Left him in the dust

It's a cold world
And we all just
Need the son
He said with a smile

I choose altars over stages
'Cause Heaven is my wages
I don't need the spotlight
So make me a silhouette
I won't fret, I don't care
You can take me anywhere
Heaven is my wages
I choose altars over stages

Even angels in the sky
Can fall down to the depths
Clip their wings with their pride
And rot what's in their chest

The funny thing about pride is
That you have it all your life
But the moment you think you don't
It's gotten in your eyes

Whoa-oh
Has it gotten in my eyes?
Whoa

I choose altars over stages
'Cause Heaven is my wages
I don't need the spotlight
So make me a silhouette
I won't fret, I don't care
You can take me anywhere
Heaven is my wages
I choose altars over stages

Whoa-oh

I choose altars over stages
'Cause Heaven is my wages
I don't need the spotlight
So make me a silhouette
I won't fret, I don't care
You can take me anywhere
'Cause Heaven is my wages
I choose altars over stages