I been eating the fare of the wicked men under the guise of sophistication It's poisoned my senses, and my sight needs correction It's bad for my bowels and my general complexion It's been my staple for so many years It's hard to taste the wine when you're drunk on the tears Hey, we got new ways to treat the soul that succumbs Electroshock and Valium The 20th century, you don't need salvation We got chemists dedicated to your recreation Nicole works the streets for 12 hours a day She don't charge much for what she'll trade away In a few short years, her business will fade That's what happens with the tools of the trade Jim and Tammy and Reverend Swaggart They don't look like Jesus, and they're a whole lot fatter Don't miss the truth for a stupid sideshow Don't confuse the cup with the contents it holds God, I need a drink, and I need one fast Make it a strong one One that'll last Have You got anything that's been selling brisk For a soul diagnosed at a terminal risk?
Jesus, lover of my soul Let me to Thy bosom fly I'm so weak, and I'm so cold And the lambs in the West so speedily die Alibis roll off my tongue I'm looking for ruins to hide among I got a soul piled high to excess With the wonderfully useless and the frivolous The praise due Your name evades my lips There's no helping hand on my fingertips I used to be someone Now I'm not worth a sh** I got a truckload of things I'm trying to forget Since back in the garden on the first page Something about the cradle to the grave The promise is broken More promises made All in the image I've so defaced Played out on the pages of history Dripping in blood that flows from a tree Where the Father and Son part company Come back together for you and me I don't know why You did it What was Your motivation? Crucifixion's not a cool sensation You had something to say, and You started to speak The cross is the place for Your coronation speech