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He was born in Asia Minor Colonized Jewish man His dad a carpenter This was occupied land Apprentice to his fathers trade His country paid its duesTo the Romans he was Just a working class Jew Conceived few months out of wedlock The stigma never stuck Began a three year public life And never made a buck Spoke against injustice Because it was there he saw He saw how capitalism it bled the poor Attacking those self righteous hypocrites And what's more Condemned the lawyers law Even at their front door But they've commercialized his birthday now The very people that he defied And they've sanctified their system Claiming that he's on their side! But if he crossed the floor tomorrow How many of them would follow SongtexteStaring down their bosses And even if he had to pay the highest cost These agitators getting nailed to the cross And being labeled radicals Left wing fanaticals But left or right He'd still be standing side by side With the ones who leaders try to hide Out on suburban housing estates To be forgotten Kept the oppressed and down trodden Break bread with the bottom rung A lot of songs have sung To try to save their souls from church pews The same hypocrites who turn his words around and curse you And use the scripture just to justify their own greed Puritans with closed eyes see what they want to see They call the police with the bullet to enforce the peace Or cc TV cameras on the corner of every street Prevail against their false wars Using terror to define us Taking our freedom to Spy on us He'd fight with Joe Hill and Waleca Mandela and FriereNoel pearson, Rohan Gillies and Lex Valencia He'd feed the hungry and He'd work with HIV Understand the dispossessed and undernourished needs Flee from shantytown to Campbelltown town Amidst the people A voice for the voiceless And those without choices face bulldozers and battle tanks A leader on bail He'd fight the conservatives And rot in their jails He'd denounce what it takes And demonization Ignorance and exploitation A fortress mentality Rogue states and hate And sales of yellow cake Increased in de-formative rates And he'd be known on the streets Of sex workers and smack And those with glass homes would throw Stones in his back All compassionate An agitator for change He'd denounce dictators Even if they were allies Even those in democratic disguise And if he crossed the floor tomorrow How many of them would follow Exchange hate with a brave face He'd stand on corners Where he's needed the most And offer truth And give them hope All compassionate An agitator for change The world remembered his name The world remembered his name He'd condemn all corruption He'd question all lawmakers Topple hierarchies And be labeled a savior See status and title as dominance in the politics of greed Filling pockets while the populace bleeds He'd fight against the racist hoards Whether it be out on the streets of Cronulla Or behind the boardroom doors Or on parliament floors From skinheads with flags To one nation And all them talk back radio stations Standing up against the leagues of the Ku Klux Klan A fundamentalist The radical right Make demands A socialist of a humanitarian strand No one has been like Comrade Jesus Christ Aus Songtexte Mania