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He's the image of you but without the scars,
He got the beard to a t, took your photo to the barbers and said make that be me,
He does miracles but you can see the strings,
Lazarus is still depressed but the wine tastes watered down,
But we followed him anyway, he was the next best thing.

We tested him once, we were curious to know
If he knew his bible like he knew his game shows,
He got most of it right, got the begats in the right order,
But he missed out the blood, it was like he'd been censored,

Feeble Jesus, show us some blood, show us some blood boy,
Feeble Jesus, let's see those wounds, let's see those wounds boy,

He's got good intentions but then you hold his hand,
And it slips through your fingers like he's made of sand,
And I wonder how he'd take it if we all held him down,
And drove nails right through him till he cried out loud.

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from There Are No Maps For This Part Of The City, released 29 November 2010
Words by Andrew Eaton
Music by Andrew Eaton and Laura Cameron Lewis

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