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