The other day I saw Jesus Christ
And He asked me for a quarter
Like a Nomad in the desert
Searching for a drink of water
Emerging from his cardboard home
Put on this earth to test you
If you can spare some change
He'll look you in the eyes
And say God bless you
For in the end of your time
When your judgment occurs
You're judged by what you gave
And only that shall be returned

Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money withеr the soul
Milk and honey have altеred their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul

So look here son won't you sing our song
Well I said no because I don't belong
In their frame of mind - it's too narrow for me
They try to justify injustice
You can't trust this - mentality
I've seen tradgedy right before me
Right before my eyes if the bad guys
Like to dress in black
Why do they hide behind the Whitehouse?
Why do they hide behind the Whitehouse?
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul

We've fallen from grace before we could
Rise to the occasion
Disillusionment blures the screen
So serene
Enchantment crumbles to a pile of rubble
As humanity fades with the fade of the past
Our focus is disassembled and reworked
The generals declare victory

The other day I saw Jesus Christ
And He asked me for a quarter
Like a Nomad in the desert
Searching for a drink of water
Emerging from his cardboard home
Put on this earth to test you
If you can spare some change
He'll look you in the eyes
And say God bless you
For in the end of your time
When your judgment occurs
You're judged by what you gave
And only that shall be returned
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul
Milk and honey have altered their mold
Guilt and money wither the soul