"JESUS SINGS"
Jesus born again in a world of play pretend, of beards and old banjos Martyr made to be a teenage fantasy to claim and call your own
It ain't you, babe
I'm looking through you
Jesus sings of otherworldly things with a larynx like a radio
Telephone rings with the losses and gains of his stock portfolio
Nothing to it
You can't refuse him
Oooooooo Jesus won't you save us from ourselves?
Draw a line between us and the golden cloud from which you fell
Jesus walks through crowds of children who don't know what is real Screens aloft they bow down before him as he teaches them to think and feel A
Nd they are healed!
Oooooooo Jesus won't you save them from themselves?
Take the reins and lead them to the sounding of the opening bell