| He was born in Asia Minor
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| Colonised Jewish man
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| His dad a carpenter
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| This was occupied land
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| Apprentice to his fathers trade
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| His country paid its dues
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| To the Romans he was
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| Just a working class Jew
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| Conceived few months out of wedlock
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| The stigma never stuck
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| Began a three year public life
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| And never made a buck
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| Spoke against injustice
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| Because it was there he saw
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| He saw how capitalism bled the poor
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| Attacking those self righteous hypocrites
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| And what’s more
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| Condemned the lawyers' law
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| Even at their front door
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| But they’ve commercialised his birthday now
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| The very people that he defied
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| And they’ve sanctified their system
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| Claiming that he’s on their side!
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| But if he crossed the floor tomorrow
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| How many of them would follow
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| Staring down their bosses
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| And even if he had to pay the highest cost
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| These agitators getting nailed to the cross
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| And being labelled radicals
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| Left-wing fanaticals
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| But left or right
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| He’d still be standing side by side
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| With the ones who leaders try to hide
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| Out on suburban housing estates
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| To be forgotten
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| Kept the oppressed and down trodden
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| Break bread with the bottom rung
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| A lot have sung to save their souls from church pews
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| The same hypocrites who turn his words around and curse you
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| And use the scripture just to justify their own greed
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| Puritans with closed eyes see what they want to see
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| They call the police with the bullet to enforce the peace
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| Or CCTV cameras on the corner of every street
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| Prevail against their false wars
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| Using terror to define us
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| Taking our freedom to
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| Spy on us
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| He’d fight with Joe Hill and Waleca
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| Mandela and FriereNoel pearson
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| Rohan Gillies and Lex Valencia
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| He’d feed the hungry and
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| He’d work with HIV
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| Understand the dispossessed and undernourished needs
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| Flee from shantytown to Campbelltown town
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| Amidst the people
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| A voice for the voiceless
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| And those without choices face bulldozers and battle tanks
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| A leader on bail
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| He’d fight the conservatives
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| And rot in their jails
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| He’d denounce what it takes
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| And demonisation
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| Ignorance and exploitation
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| A fortress mentality
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| Rogue states and hate
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| And sales of yellow cake
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| Increased in deformative rates
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| And he’d be known on the streets
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| Of sex workers and smack
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| And those with glass homes would throw
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| Stones in his back
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| All compassionate
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| An agitator for change
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| The world remembered his name
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| He’d denounce dictators
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| Even if they were allies
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| Even those in democratic disguise
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| And if he crossed the floor tomorrow
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| How many of them would follow
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| Exchange hate with a brave face
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| He’d stand on street corners
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| Where he’s needed the most
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| And offer truth
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| And give them hope
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| All compassionate
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| An agitator for change
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| The world remembered his name
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| The world remembered his name
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| He’d condemn all corruption
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| He’d question all lawmakers
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| Topple hierarchies
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| And be labelled a saviour
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| See status and title as dominance in the politics of greed
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| Filling pockets while the populace bleeds
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| He’d fight against the racist hoards
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| Whether it be out on the streets of Cronulla
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| Or behind the boardroom doors
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| Or on parliament floors
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| From skinheads with flags
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| To One Nation
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| And all them talk back radio stations
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| Standing up against the leagues of the Ku Klux Klan
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| A fundamentalist
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| The radical right
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| Make demands
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| A socialist of a humanitarian strand
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| No one has been like
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| Comrade Jesus Christ |