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Christ died for you, the poster said,
Christ died for me, that gentle lad,
And that's too bad.
There's hardly a soul in any body,
And honesty cannot be found.
The meek and mild are hammered down,
And the Devil's in the White House
Wearing a Quaker gown.
Christ died for you, the poster said,
Christ died for me, that gentle lad,
And that's too bad,
Cause heaven is full of astronauts,
And electronic stuff to carry their thoughts.
They've nothing much worth listening to,
And as for you, your parables are drowned,
In radio and T.V. sound
That fills the sky and flies around.
Christ died to save the world,
Poor gentle guy,
For General Motors.
And the F.B.I.
