Jesus Christ Ringtones

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