Heaven On Their Minds
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 be 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 every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied
Nazareth's most 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?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far
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 ev'ry 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
Ah --- ah ah ah --- ah
God Jesus, it's all gone sour
Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
So come on, come on, listen to me.
Ah --- ah
Come on, listen, listen to me.
Come on and listen to me.
Ah --- ah
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Poem to Sarah Pali(m).
My goal is clear now
And goes without impediment
I’m sure he will be dead very soon
And I will be quick The President
And if you dare to strip me
Believe everything you see
Jesus Christ! What a body!
But is not for everybody
It is just for my Lord only:
The great Jesus Christ, what elsy?
Really, He is not a foul
He walks across my swimming pool
And He changed water into wine
That’s why I’m quite sure He is divine
Everything He says is true
He is the king of the Jew
I saw his circumcised dick
I can say, it is very bick
And now I cannot even speak
At least, correctly,
Because He is point that thing, at me.
I am not Mary Magdalene
I’m much more homogene
At least I know how to love him
What to do, to arouse him
Don’t forget, I’m Sarah Palim….
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