From Adam's first breath,
To the cross at Jesus death,
Hark all ye men,
From the mount of Noah's Ark,
To all who judged the crucified,
To he who pierced his side,
That placed the thorny crown,
Who cried and lifted down,
From mortal birth to death,
To all the James that carry on,
To all the Johns from dusk to dawn
To all when all is done,
None were perfect, no, not one
So prepare Ye, prepare your souls,
From present to time of old,
All Ye daughters and all Ye sons,
None were perfect, none but one
And all were freed from sin,
When moral men, they crucified him