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 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