Plastic Jesus

Blessed are the meek who will inherit naught but earth
Their sweet submission does not question if that's all that they deserve
Oh, and blessed are the merciful who will not strike in turn
They pray for their own drops of mercy like it's something they can earn

Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance
Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lambs
And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance
I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance

Blessed are the mourners who should grow a thicker skin
I guess the howling of the hopeless sounds like sinners' broken hymns
Yeah, it's another busy sabbath for the righteous and their kin
Just lighting cigarettes off embers that are floating in the wind

Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance
Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lambs
And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance
I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance

So if you're gonna pray for me, you better pray for my forgiveness
For your work in this ugly business, and your phoney, flurished [?] smiles
And if you're gonna kiss me, Judas, I don't wanna hear your reasons
You got your 30 silver pieces, go find forgiveness you can buy

Oh, and it's all-knowing looks and tip-toed moves here in the lockstep dance
Just you and me and plastic Jesus and the sacrificial lamb
And when the bridges started burning, you didn't give a second glance
I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance

I guess your flimsy plastic Jesus never really stood a chance