Before you hedge those bets you placed against me Be reticent of fortunes they foretell. Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite my self. Your vanity it seems has served you well. You're so quick to choose the path walked by the righteous So you can go and nest among the weak. And the innocent observers will refuse to find the lie within Renew the disappointment of the meek. You're no Jesus Christ! You're no Jesus Christ! Put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger I feel so alive here. Put the gun in my mouth, it tastes so bitter. I feel so alive here. You're no Jesus Christ! You're no Jesus Christ! You keep taking over I keep rolling over I can't take it any more. You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more. Before you hedge those bets you placed against me Be reticent of fortunes they foretell. Your verbal defecation I can't wash away despite my self. Your vanity it seems has served you well. You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more. You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more. You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more. You keep taking over I keep rolling over I cant take it any more.

Jesus Christ was a man who traveled through the land Hard working man and brave He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor." So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand His followers true and brave One dirty little coward called Judas Iscariot Has laid Jesus Christ in his grave He went to the sick, he went to the poor, And he went to the hungry and the lame; Said that the poor would one day win this world, And so they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. He went to the preacher, he went to the sheriff, Told them all the same; Sell all of your jewelry and give it to the Poor, But they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. When Jesus came to town, the working folks around, Believed what he did say; The bankers and the preachers they nailed him on a cross, And they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. Poor working people, they follered him around, Sung and shouted gay; Cops and the soldiers, they nailed him in the air, And they nailed Jesus Christ in his grave. Well the people held their breath when they heard about his death, And everybody wondered why; It was the landlord and the soldiers that he hired. That nailed Jesus Christ in the sky. When the love of the poor shall one day turn to hate. When the patience of the workers gives away "Would be better for you rich if you never had been born" So they laid Jesus Christ in his grave. This song was written in New York City Of rich men, preachers and slaves Yes, if Jesus was to preach like he preached in Galillee, They would lay Jesus Christ in his grave. Sung to Jesse James

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won't know anyone Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem is gonna last More than the weekend Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die I'm a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? 'Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And this ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know you're coming in the night like a thief But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that I'm someone you can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up (everyone now) So do you think that we could work out a sign? So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try I know you'll come for the people like me But we all got wood and nails We turn, turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails We turn, turn out hate in factories Yeah, we all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face. The kind you find on someone that could save. If they don't put me away... Well, it'll be a miracle. Do you believe you're missin out? That everything good is happenin somewhere else, But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through? And I, will die, all alone. And when I, arrive, I won't know anyone. Jesus Christ, I'm alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem's gonna last, more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die. I'm a little bit scared of what comes after. Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I, divide, and pull apart? 'Cause my bright, is far too slight, to hold back all my dark. And this ship, went down, in sight of land. And at the gates, so Thomas, asked to see my hands. I know you're coming in the night like a thief, But I've had some time alone, to hone my lying technique. I know you think that I'm someone you can trust, But I'm scared I'll get scared; And I swear I'll try to nail you back up. So do you think that we could work out a sign... So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try. I know you're coming for the people like me. We all got wood and nails To choose that hate factories Woah, oh We all got wood and nails To choose that hate factories We all got wood and nails We sleep inside of this machine.