Heard about this kid born in Bethlehem
That could heal the sick with the wave of his hand
And how his father had this master plan, well

We got sick, yeah we got tricked
I swallow my spit for the best of man
And I lost my wallet in Bethlehem

But I try to pay for as much as I can
It's just, like, bad luck - it's all, like, "oh shucks"
I think about death and what I have

So my own damn self can't remember the past
Because I had a bad view in Bethlehem
And a bad view is a bad view

Coincidence and accidents are really just the same
Who's to blame
But the view I had in Bethlehem painted the cityscape mundane

I felt changed
Yeah.
Everyone everywhere can sing everything I know

You know
Now everyone everywhere will know everything you know
I know

Now everyone everywhere will lie about everything they know
I know
I mean you really should have seen it

I mean you had to see it to believe it
It was like 'god damn that's a bad view'
But the view is not bad looking at you


The concierge informed the guest to bare their teeth an not let me go
They locked up the hotel, they blocked up the stairwell

They screamed and yelled, doomed me to hell, they told me who to love
I grabbed my bags and ran, avoided shaking hands
Thank you much for your thoughts but the retail price is plagued

And all of you are safe if the view makes feel saved
But your words fit forced like they've been coerced and rattled...
Just send my wallet to your church... I'll pay your med bills

City of David
Immaculate babies
Don't look so sad

But we all needed saving
Palestine evenings
And Ottoman dealings

Don't look so sad
Well we all needed saving
Constantine's mother

And my little brother
Will share the same fate
Will share the same place

Oslo accords
And John Paul the Second
Will lift the curse

Will hold my curse down
Yes, it's a curse.
Death was born and bought on Easter Day

The backlash made the bad view go away