Christian

Stop your conversation when he passes on the street
Hope he falls upon himself, oh, won’t that be sweet
Because he can’t be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can’t be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.

He’s the property of Jesus, Resent him to the bone
You got something better, You’ve got a heart of stone.
You can laugh at salvation, you can play Olympic games
You think that when you rest at last, you’ll go back from where you came
But you’re picked up quite a story and, you’ve changed since the womb
What happened to the real you, you’ve been captured but by whom?

Bob Dylan