[**Title: “Saints in the Basement”** ] [*(Punk-folk sing-along, 4/4, 140 BPM, capo-2, shout the chorus)*] --- [intro] [*(scratchy G – C – Em – D, boot stomps on plywood)*] --- [chorus] God calls the faithful—“You are the saints!” Shout it like you’re born again and hoarse from the fight. He wants us walking, living the name, burning the dark with basement-light. --- [verse 1] He ripped us out the world’s back pocket, said, “Reflect My glory, cracked and scarred.” In this new life, torn-jacket prophets, every busted string a burnt-out star. --- [verse 2] We slammed the door on every master, Jesus—only name we scream. Messiah in the three-fold mystery, King of the misfit, punk-rock dream. --- [build] [*(kick drum four-on-floor, gang-shout “Hey! Hey!”)*] --- [chorus] God calls the faithful—“You are the saints!” Shout it like you’re born again and hoarse from the fight. He wants us walking, living the name, burning the dark with basement-light. --- [verse 1] He ripped us out the world’s back pocket, said, “Reflect My glory, cracked and scarred.” In this new life, torn-jacket prophets, every busted string a burnt-out star. --- [verse 2] We slammed the door on every master, Jesus—only name we scream. Messiah in the three-fold mystery, King of the misfit, punk-rock dream. --- [bridge] We never earned the grace that hit us— He throws it free like cheap-beer spray. He loves, He yells, He dares us answer, dragging us out of sin’s mosh-pit every day. --- [chorus] God calls the faithful—“You are the saints!” Shout it like you’re born again and hoarse from the fight. He wants us walking, living the name, burning the dark with basement-light. --- [outro] [*(last chord ring, feedback squeal, whisper) ] “Saints… in the basement… still singing.”
