My mind is clearer now.
At last all too well I can see where we all soon will be.
If you strip away the myth from the man,

You will see where we all soon will be.

Jesus!


You've started to believe the things they say of you.
You really do believe this talk of God is true.

And all the good you've done will soon get swept away.
You've begun to matter more than the things you say.


Listen, Jesus, I don't like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I've been your right-hand man all along.

You have set them all on fire.
They think they've found the new Messiah.
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.


I remember when this whole thing began,
No talk of God then, we called you a man.

And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died.
But ay-ay-every word you say today,
Gets twisted 'round some other way.

And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied.

Nazareth, your famous son should have stayed a great unknown.

Like his father carving wood, he'd have made good.
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best.
He'd have caused nobody harm, no one alarm.


Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?

We are occupied. Have you forgotten how put down we are?
And our conquerors object to another noisy sect.
And they'll crush us if we go too far, if we go too far.


[Instrumental break.]


Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give,
Please remember that I want us to live.
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.

All your followers are blind, too much heaven on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it's sour. Yes it's all gone sour.


Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.
Please remember that I want us to live.
So, listen, Jesus, to the warning I give.

Oha-ha-ha, I just want us to live.
It's ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-all gone sour.