Helluva Jesus
(partial lyric) copyright 2006 Timbre Wolf
You tell me Jesus is coming – trumpets blowing on the clouds
You say He’s bringing judgement and He’s nine hundred feet tall
You’re telling everyone about Him, ain’t you gonna make Him so proud?
I seem to remember something ’bout His voice being “still” and “small”
The way I read the Good Book – says “the Word of God’s in your heart”
But you’ve bound it up with leather so it better suits your purpose
Beating us up with the Bible and condemning us is your art
You’re just spewing hatred ‘stead of handing out love’s surplus
Oh, oh oh, oo -oo
On Earth as it is in Heaven,
why make it hell this time?
We eat the bread without the leaven,
and turn the water into wine
Which I drink and you condemn me.
I don’t want to know your Jesus
‘Cause He ain’t friendly
You’ve got a helluva Jesus.