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Property of Jesus
Bob Dylan -
Song lyrics - 1981
Property of Jesus
Go ahead and talk
about him because he makes you doubt,
Because he has
denied himself the things that you can't live without.
Laugh at him
behind his back just like the others do,
Remind him of what
he used to be when he comes walkin' through.
He's the property
of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart
of stone
Stop your
conversation when he passes on the street,
Hope he falls upon
himself, oh, won't that be sweet
Because he can't
be exploited by superstition anymore
Because he can't
be bribed or bought by the things that you adore.
He's the property
of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart
of stone
When the whip
that's keeping you in line doesn't make him jump,
Say he's
hard-of-hearin', say that he's a chump.
Say he's out of
step with reality as you try to test his nerve
Because he doesn't
pay no tribute to the king that you serve.
He's the property
of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart
of stone
Say that he's a
loser 'cause he got no common sense
Because he don't
increase his worth at someone else's expense.
Because he's not
afraid of trying, 'cause he don't look at you and smile,
'Cause he doesn't
tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
He's the property
of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart
of stone
You can laugh at
salvation, you can play Olympic games,
You think that
when you rest at last you'll go back from where you came.
But you've picked
up quite a story and you've changed since the womb.
What happened to
the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
He's the property
of Jesus
Resent him to the bone
You got something better
You've got a heart
of stone
Copyright ©
1981 Special Rider Music
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