
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
New Christ Cardiac Hero |
Yesterday’s preacher, today’s bikini beacher |
They’ve stolen your clerical robes and your bible’s been thrown |
Your virgin red crown of thorns has turned to ivory horns |
And your corner throne, it has become a coroner’s stone |
Your crucifix you prayed on turned to jail-house bars |
Silver chain you left out in the rain to glow with dust |
And turned to seaweed tangled in your heart |
Now how does it feel to pull out the nails |
And find you still can walk? |
Oh, you can’t feel it all from your self imposed rack on the wall |
The tighter you drive the nails the harder you fall |
So come on down, come off it sir you’re gonna get hurt |
The holy water you bathe in mingles with the sewer |
All your disciples have reclaimed their rifles and taken the cure |
Your lectures of ways are only today’s pool room jokes |
Remaining scrawled on the walls of tenement halls and bathroom bowls |
As jingle bells cry «Pay us well or you’ll go to hell» |
Freedom’s chains bind your pain and tie you well |
But how could you know the gallows you hold weighs you down? |
Now isn’t it boss you don’t need a cross to get around |
Oh, you can’t feel it all from your self imposed rack on the wall |
The tighter you drive the nails, the harder you’ll fall |
So come on down, come off it sir you’re gonna get hurt |
Oh your eyes that cried for mankind’s pride are covered with shades |
As the children of God trample unshod past your mindly grave |
New Christ, hipster, cardiac hero of 2000 years past your mind |
He spits at your feet crying |
«We have no need of a god, each of us is his own» |
Yesterday’s preacher, today’s bikini beacher |
They’ve stolen your clerical robes and your bible’s been thrown |
Ah, you must have a cross but they’ve taken your God |
And shot you filled with dead |
So following new Christ, pick up on a cycle instead |
Oh, you can’t feel it all from your self imposed rack on the wall |
And the tighter you drive the nails, the harder you’ll fall |
So come on down, come off it sir before you get hurt |
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