The smell of newly-cut corn
came sifting through the palm trees
My eyes they were blinded
by the sun reflecting on the seas
One hundred dozen mermaids smiled
as I passed through the haze
The sound of familiar voices
of yonder days

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no

 [bad word] was made by a guy
Oh I forget his name
And Jesus was a drop-out
king who bore no crown
Only his long hair
flowing and blowing in the wind

And Jesus was a fisherman
That's all he had to say
Oh yeah, said "Now follow me disciples.
Lead your lives a different way."

And he rode into [bad word] 
on a donkey both bedraggled and lame
And his Pharisees cursed
his every word but did not laugh
That made a change

And Jesus was a good guy
who lived on figs and wine
political revolutionary
out to let you have a good time

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no

The sun it was rising
just to christen his cross of fame
Did he imagine at that moment
two hundred million hypocrites
would praise his name?

And were he now [bad word] down those
hypocrites would [bad word] him again
And through the sweating crowds
tears streaming down my face
till I'm going insane
I'm crying

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no

The smell of newly-cut corn
came sifting through the palm trees
My eyes they were blinded
by the sun reflecting on the seas
Well that same sun was rising
just to christen his cross of fame
Did he imagine at that moment
two hundred million hypocrites
would praise his name?

And were he now [bad word] down those
hypocrites would [bad word] him again
And through the sweating crowds
tears streaming down my face
till I'm going insane
I'm crying

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no

They're gonna put him inside
And I'm yelling all I can
Can't you see he's the Christ? oh no no
And they don't understand
a single word I say
But I'm crying just the same

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no

Gonna put him inside
I'm yelling all I can
Can't you see he's the Christ

 [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] oh no