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The sleeping Jesus was clothed in artWith giant arms, and a giant heartRolled down the hill, a ball of snowWhen the weather went cold and the mourning craved hopeThe preaching Jesus, with a carpet bagA microphone, and a book of glassFilled up with sawdust and painted blackTo placate the suffering and the hope that they lackOoh, put your questions in your pockets, drop your coinsAnd this baby boy will save youOoh, be guided by the preaching arson's voiceAnd this baby boy will save youThe weeping Jesus carries his shameBefore the shields of the barricadeNailed up by his exclusive painHis bones wrung of hope only to entertainThe speaking Jesus patrols the nightGlorified in the polluted lightShielding the stars in the loose lipped skyFrom the weeping widows with no hope in their eyesOoh, put your questions in your pockets, drop your coinsLetras de cancionesAnd this baby boy will save youOoh, be guided by the preaching arson's voiceAnd this baby boy will save youThe saving Jesus, he clasps the handOf every blind and starving manAnd says your thirst is for his holy landAnd douses in hope those who fill his demandsThe dying Jesus, for his good nameMany men would greet the same fateOne criminal, God's breath on the earthPulled about by his strings to give hope to the world From Letras Mania