My brother's got a black an' white picture With numbers 'cross his chest An' he'll do 15 years if his behavior stays at it's best He took the blame to save his best friends name When a job that went bad down in Birmingham Yeah, but he don't mind that orange suit cause he knows that clothes don't make the man Two cells down from where my brother lays his head The walls that go Amazing Grace an' quotes of scriptures that man once read When he prayed upon the little souls of all those boys that did not understand But you can wear a robe that's laced with gold But The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man They all laughed an called him names when he said that he was sent to be their king You don't even own a home You've got simple clothes an' sandals on your feet Stripped of his pride He was crucified On a cross with nails of haterd in his hands But he rose from the grave in 3 days Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man Designer names Rips and stains Shouldn't tell you who I am Cause sometimes angels hid their wings An' the Devil's dressed like a lamb Yeah, The Clothes Don't Make The Man They don't make the man They don't make the man They don't make the man Woo... Yeah... Whoa, don't make the man Don't make the man, yeah Ohh... Yeah-eahh...