Jesus Christ this world is not the place for you and me
Your innocence was too profound for anyone to see
They crowned you with a picker bush and nailed you to a tree
How could they know that death would set you free?
The world was pretty much the same the day that I was born
I landed on this planet mid the children of the corn
My wonder and my innocence w
Were met with sneering scorn
Until my heart was ragged and forlorn
My little heart was broken and my little head was bowed
I shrank in fear from all the slings and arrows of the crowd
But damn it all, the bastards never heard me cry out loud
I hid my dreams and visions in a shroud
But now I’ve gotten older and I’m doing pretty well
I feel as if I’m waking from a devil’s evil spell
My heart is somehow healing and I have a tale to tell
Let the devil and the crowd go straight to hell
