[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in already mid-thought, urgent] They've got a name for me by Tuesday morning They've got a label by the end of the week They've got a sermon by next Sunday evening And I have stopped flinching about it [Verse 1 - rapid-fire, half-spoken, list of doctrinal labels] Hyper, antinomian, gnostic, neonomian Soft, easy-believism, no-lordship, no soul I'm Pelagian on Monday when they don't know the word I'm modalist by Wednesday when they think they've heard I'm proud, I'm legalist, I'm divisive, I'm cold I'm too free, I'm too tight, I'm too young, I'm too old I'm a gnostic in my framework and a stoic in my pew I'm whatever fits the sermon that the pulpit needs to brew [Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in] And I don't even flinch anymore at the names I don't even flinch anymore at the lists 'Cause I started to notice what they had in common Every label was a coordinate On a map I hadn't drawn [Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens] Names they call me Names they call me Every accusation lands at the foot of the Cross Names they call me Names they call me Every coordinate marks a place where He already walked Throw another label Throw another stone Every name you call me Was a name they called Him first [Verse 2 - the personal accusations, sharper] He says I believe that Christ is a sinner He says I made the Savior unclean He's got his grandson carrying the rumor Like it's gospel, like it's true, like it's deep He says I'm an online pastor with no flock He says I write for the mirror, not the church He says I'm too smart for my own salvation He says my framework is a Trojan horse for pride [Pre-Chorus] And I don't even flinch anymore at the names I don't even flinch anymore at the lies 'Cause every label is a finger on a map Pointing to the place I knew He was Pointing to the place I knew He had been [Chorus] Names they call me Names they call me Every accusation lands at the foot of the Cross Names they call me Names they call me Every coordinate marks a place where He already walked Throw another label Throw another stone Every name you call me Was a name they called Him first [Verse 3 - the turn, slightly slowed but still propulsive, vocal closer] And then I read the gospels with my ears open And the names started lighting up like a runway They called Him a glutton, they called Him a drunkard They called Him a friend of sinners, the wrong kind of friend They called Him a sabbath-breaker, they called Him a blasphemer They called Him a demoniac, they called Him a fraud They called Him a Samaritan, they called Him a deceiver And every single name they ever called Him Was a name they called me [Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding] Glutton. Winebibber. Friend of publicans. Sabbath-breaker. Blasphemer. Samaritan. Demoniac. Deceiver. *Wisdom is justified of her children.* And every name they nailed Him with Is a stake in the ground that says You're standing where He stood. [Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, defiance turning to praise] Names they call me Names they call me Every accusation is a marker, not a verdict Names they call me Names they call me I am walking where He walked And the labels lit the path Call me what you want I'm wearing it like a uniform Every name you call me Was a name they called Him first And He carried every one [Outro - widening, vocal stacks, list fading] Hyper Antinomian Gnostic Glutton Winebibber Friend of sinners Names they call me Names they call me Names they call me