Jesus born again in a
World of play pretend of
Beards and old banjos

Martyr made to be a
Teenage fantasy to
Claim and call your own

It ain't you babe
I'm looking through you
Jesus sings of otherworldly things
With a larynx like a radio

Telephone rings with the
Losses and gains of his
Stock portfolio
Nothing to it
You can't refuse it

[Chorus]
Oooooooo
Jesus won't you
Save us from ourselves?
Draw a line between us
And the golden cloud from which you fell

Jesus walks through crowds of children
Who don't know what is real
Screens aloft they bow down before him
As he teaches them to think and feel
And they are healed!

Oooooooo
Jesus won't you save us from themselves?
Take the reins and lead them
To the sounding of the opening bell