The American, Jesus
made a killing off the lepers
priced at fifty shekels a sore,
and the American, Jesus
had twenty-inch biceps
and loved him some wine and some whores
And the American, Jesus,
he died for our sins so
it’s fine that we’re here and
we’re sinnin’ again ’cause
the American, Jesus
takes cash for penance,
he bought judges and senates
And the American, Jesus,
knows wealth is salvation,
bankers are sainted,
and workers must die
for the wants of the nation
American Jesus
