Jesus

Yesterday I got myself
some talking to the lord
I met him in some topless place
a-sitting by the bar
his eyes a burning thorn bush,
cursing furiously drunk
with lines of lust and fever
from the heart of dying suns
tippin´ all the chicks
where’s your crucifix?

Is it really you?
what’re ya goin´ through?

Honey you got to learn,
there’s no use for your return,
there ain´t no need
for we would not believe it
Honey you got to know,
we all want to be controlled,
it’s our very will to sacrifice our freedom

Yesterday I got myself
some talking to the lord
I met him in a prison cell
arrested by the cops
declaring peoples freedom
causes public anarchy
so the government, they locked him up
and threw away the key
crucifix
don’t match our politics