That very morning,
Before the bell rang, I denied him three times.

Now sitting in a desk a peer turned to ask me,
“Hey, ‘carry the light,’ what does that mean?”
I don’t know, nothing, I denied.
But he asked again,
“It’s a cool looking shirt; you don’t know what it means?”
No, I don’t know. It’s just a shirt, I denied again.
“So it’s just a shirt then?”
It’s just a shirt, I swore.

Just then the bell rang.
Just then the rooster crowed.