Sweet Jesus

The mass was on
they cried for him
Sweet Jesus and Good Lord!
Sweet Jesus came
the Lord was Good
they gave him all the blame.

He spoke of love,
of good and kind;
he gave them bread and fish.
The fish they took,
the bread, the book,
the masses and the fame.

They heard the words
and saw their chance
for power, wealth and fame.
The fame they hold,
the wealth, the cold,
dead Jesus and the name.

Ah, but that's the thing - all they have is the dead Jesus. Much like the vaults of the cigar department of the music industry only contain the dead body of music, her soul can't be kept behind bars...