He was born in Asia Minor A colonized Jewish man His father the village carpenter Worked wood in his occupied land He was apprenticed to his father's trade His country paid it's dues To the colonial Roman conquerors He was a working-class Jew Though conceived three months out of wedlock The stigma never stuck He began a three year public life But he never made a buck Because he spoke out against injustice Saw that capitalism bled the poor He attackеd self-righteous hypocrites And hе condemned the lawyers' law But they've commercialised his birthday now The very people he defied And they've sanctified their system And claim he's on their side! But if he appeared tomorrow He'd still pay the highest cost Being a ‘radical agitator' They'd still nail him to a cross You see He'd stand with the down trodden masses Identify with the weak and oppressed He'd condemn the hypocrites in church pews And the affluent, arrogant West He'd oppose Stalinist totalitarianism The exploitation of millions by one And ‘peace' through mutual terror And diplomacy from the barrel of a gun He'd fight with Joe Hill and Waleca Mandala and Friere Try to free the third world's millions From hunger and despair He'd stand with the peasants At the pock-marked walls They'd haul him in on bail He'd condemn all forms of apartheid And he'd rot in their stinking jails He'd denounce all dictatorships And Mammon's greed And the exploitation of others for gain He'd oppose the nuclear madness And the waging of wars in his name He'd mix with prostitutes and sinners Challenge all to cast the first stone A compassionate agitator One of the greatest the world has known He'd condemn all corrupt law and order Tear man made hierarchies down He'd see status and titles as dominance And the politics of greed he'd hound He'd fight against The leagues of the Ku Klux Klan And the radical, racist right One of the greatest humanitarian socialists Was comrade Jesus ChristTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
