He's a menace to God and man
And they'd never let them get near enough
He became a wandering journeyman
When they nailed his body to the Roman cross
To take him from behind
So they hired one of the traders trade
He put them all to shame
At the turning of the year
And work for the rich men's tribe
At the turning of the year
"There's a cross to spare on Calvaries hill
This world belongs to you"
This world belongs to you
For the poor were his own kind
Live always side by side
For a fistful of silver money
They laughed as they watched him die
And put them all to shame
Saying put this rebel Jesus down
To take him from behind
Remains in the hands of you
When Jesus was a little lad
Many a hero too
Farmers and weavers too
Live always side by side
And Jesus sat in the prison cell
And he noticed how wealth and poverty
And an informer was he
By the weekend he'll be dead
To the Roman troops they ran
But the dream of this poor carpenter
Just laughed and then he said
Now Jesus walked among the poor
And they laughed as they watched him die
And the blood was in his eye
And the sweat stood out on Jesus' brow
When the rich men heard what the carpenter had done
To desert the cause of his fellow man
Two thousand years have passed and gone
The commander of the occupying troops
For a fistful of silver money
And he sold his brother to the butchers men
And he traveled far and wide
Streets rang with his name
He's a menace to God and man
And they beat him and offered him bribes
By the weekend he'll be dead"
For he argued with the older men
Born in the town of Bethlehem
If you would only stand as one
So he said, "Come all you working men
To work for the rich men's tribe
