Out of the night jumped Jesus Christ,
specially tagged and sale priced.
His robes were flowing in the breeze;
a warning to his enemies.
He had a gun in his hand,
a crown of thorns on his head
and he looked at the boy
and he said, "You're dead."
He raised the sights to his eyes,
a holy vision of paradise,
and with a puff of smoke he'd had his say
and he blew that little punk away.
So the man and Christ they kept their watch,
had communion of JB Scotch
but soon came the break of day
and Christ got up to walk away
and then he cleaned up the floor
with a wave of his hand
and the man gave his thanks
and then he struck up the band
And he said:
"Praise the Lord! I'm a good Christian.
I knew you'd help me in my time of need.
To save me from those massive throngs of soul poor men,
the only way they know is that of greed."
Early morning, First and Grand
sits little Johnny's lemonade stand.
His mother looks into his eyes
staring blindly toward the skies
and she likes what she sees
cause there's nothing there
but she wants to make sure
so she starts her prayer.
And she says:
"Lord make my son a good Christian
and not in one of those gangs out on the streets
and maybe someday he'll grow up to be just like his dad
striking fear into the hearts of all he meets."
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