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A thread for Jesus - the original rock roller!


I can't say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I'm quoting them today

"Judge not lest ye be judged"
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have his limbs all gone astray?

Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

"You are lost and disillusioned"
What an awful thing to say
I know this show doesn't flatter
It means nothing to me

I thought I might help them understand
What an ugly thing to see
"I am not an animal"
Subtitled under the screen

Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break
I sat silent five commercials
I had nothing left to say

The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade
What a sad parade

Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

William Thomas Berry / Peter Lawrence Buck / Michael E. Mills / John Michael Stipe
 

If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?

If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if, seeing meant
That you would have to believe in things like heaven
And in Jesus and the saints, and all the prophets?

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?

Just tryin' to make his way home
Like back up to heaven all alone
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
And yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?

Just tryin' to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome

Eric Bazilian / Eric M. Bazilian
 

Three o'clock this morning
I thought I saw Jesus coming down
He came through the concrete, baby
He came through them walls without no sound
And I say, concrete walls, that ain't no clay
I closed my eyes, watched him slip away, alright
 


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