Jesus Year is upon me now
But for no one but my child would I die
Jesus' no more make me lay with a man
Than the devil made us both writhe
Jesus keeps his brother well
With pensions paid by us all
When ridding ourselves of our guilt
On the guilty. . .we call
Have you written of what we've lost
Have you written of what I've told
Have you written of what we've lost
Have you written of what I've told
Have you written of what we've gained
In the misery we now dearly know
When I'm lowered down alone or with a crowd
Tomorrow or a long time from now
There will have been choices I've made
With fear, greed and shame
No one but myself is to blame
But I tried my best, sometimes I tried a little less
I'm not the person you want me to be
Please take your anger and your disappointment
And bury it along with me
Please take your anger and your disappointment
And bury it along with me