Dead Hot Workshop Jesus Revisited Lyrics

Jesus Revisited Lyrics

If Jesus was alive today
He'd have to get hisself a job
He'd have the
history of the world
Tattooed across is ass -- in 47 languages
He'd have
the names of all his relatives
Etched on his brain
And everything they
left behind
But he'd never get around to callin' them
To let 'em know
that he was alright
But he'd be alright

He'd be born in suburbia on
Christmas Day
Sympathetic to the castaways on Gilligan's Isle
Marooned on
an island in a sea of despair
Surrounded by water
In the ocean of
life

Another lost soul winds up in prison
Sittin' alone throwin'
rocks at the sky
Slowly ascending, climaxing, descending
Catch you off
guard
Put out your eyes

Jesus preachers, preaching Jesus
Jesus
using his own name in vain
Six feet deep, but he can't get to
sleep
Cannot hold a job
To save his life