Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comrade Jesus Christ, artist - The Herd.
Date of issue: 20.08.2020
Song language: English
Comrade Jesus Christ |
He was born in Asia Minor |
Colonised Jewish man |
His dad a carpenter |
This was occupied land |
Apprentice to his fathers trade |
His country paid its dues |
To the Romans he was |
Just a working class Jew |
Conceived few months out of wedlock |
The stigma never stuck |
Began a three year public life |
And never made a buck |
Spoke against injustice |
Because it was there he saw |
He saw how capitalism bled the poor |
Attacking those self righteous hypocrites |
And what’s more |
Condemned the lawyers' law |
Even at their front door |
But they’ve commercialised his birthday now |
The very people that he defied |
And they’ve sanctified their system |
Claiming that he’s on their side! |
But if he crossed the floor tomorrow |
How many of them would follow |
Staring down their bosses |
And even if he had to pay the highest cost |
These agitators getting nailed to the cross |
And being labelled radicals |
Left-wing fanaticals |
But left or right |
He’d still be standing side by side |
With the ones who leaders try to hide |
Out on suburban housing estates |
To be forgotten |
Kept the oppressed and down trodden |
Break bread with the bottom rung |
A lot have sung to save their souls from church pews |
The same hypocrites who turn his words around and curse you |
And use the scripture just to justify their own greed |
Puritans with closed eyes see what they want to see |
They call the police with the bullet to enforce the peace |
Or CCTV cameras on the corner of every street |
Prevail against their false wars |
Using terror to define us |
Taking our freedom to |
Spy on us |
He’d fight with Joe Hill and Waleca |
Mandela and FriereNoel pearson |
Rohan Gillies and Lex Valencia |
He’d feed the hungry and |
He’d work with HIV |
Understand the dispossessed and undernourished needs |
Flee from shantytown to Campbelltown town |
Amidst the people |
A voice for the voiceless |
And those without choices face bulldozers and battle tanks |
A leader on bail |
He’d fight the conservatives |
And rot in their jails |
He’d denounce what it takes |
And demonisation |
Ignorance and exploitation |
A fortress mentality |
Rogue states and hate |
And sales of yellow cake |
Increased in deformative rates |
And he’d be known on the streets |
Of sex workers and smack |
And those with glass homes would throw |
Stones in his back |
All compassionate |
An agitator for change |
The world remembered his name |
He’d denounce dictators |
Even if they were allies |
Even those in democratic disguise |
And if he crossed the floor tomorrow |
How many of them would follow |
Exchange hate with a brave face |
He’d stand on street corners |
Where he’s needed the most |
And offer truth |
And give them hope |
All compassionate |
An agitator for change |
The world remembered his name |
The world remembered his name |
He’d condemn all corruption |
He’d question all lawmakers |
Topple hierarchies |
And be labelled a saviour |
See status and title as dominance in the politics of greed |
Filling pockets while the populace bleeds |
He’d fight against the racist hoards |
Whether it be out on the streets of Cronulla |
Or behind the boardroom doors |
Or on parliament floors |
From skinheads with flags |
To One Nation |
And all them talk back radio stations |
Standing up against the leagues of the Ku Klux Klan |
A fundamentalist |
The radical right |
Make demands |
A socialist of a humanitarian strand |
No one has been like |
Comrade Jesus Christ |