Lyrics: What Would Jesus Do? (Gates / Reynolds)

Now he’s back
And under attack
They’re using his name
Such a shame

The man on top
Gotta put a stop
Young boys
Ain’t sexual toys

Golden robes
Sitting on thrones
Pointed hats
Ain’t where it’s at

So many rules
You can’t do
Ain’t his words
So absurd

What would Jesus do?

Birth control?
Hey-sell your soul
And if you’re gay
There’s hell to pay

Smoke some pot
You better not
You’ll go to jail
There ain’t no bail

Burn in hell
If you don’t obey
Hey that’s what
The pope would say

Keep people down
Ain’t no doubt
Fear and greed
It’s all about

What would Jesus do?
Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus

Spend your life
Working everyday
Bust your back
To earn your way
Your preacher man
Is looking fine
Shiny car
And drinking wine

Do your best
To pass the test
Jimmy Swagger
He knows what’s best

Don’t you worry
You’re on the track
Jesus needs
A new Cadillac