The way that i was made
What if I was a renegade,
What if I could walk on water?
What if I led the long parade
Of lambs to the slaughter?
I am not afraid to die, not afraid.
That’s the way that I was made,
I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.
What if I sauntered into church
And stole the pulpit?
What if I left you in the lurch
And called you the culprit?
What if the cops rode into town
Making saintly offers,
And you caught them with their trousers down
And their hands in the coffers?
I am not afraid of god, not afraid.
That’s the way that I was made,
I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.
What if the script of genesis
Was your high school yearbook?
What if you need a nemesis
To know how your own fears look?
What if my mouth gets overblown
With blood and spittle?
What if the gospel’s overthrown
By the news of our acquittal ?
What if I sit and piss and moan
While you play the fiddle?
What if I took a Sunday walk
And was taken prisoner?
What if our lord is mostly talk
And he’s a lousy listener?
Afternoons when I take a stroll,
I could almost frolic:
They say we’ll never make parole,
They say we’re diabolic,
But I am not afraid of love, not afraid.
That’s the way that I was made,
I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid.
And I am not afraid to die,
I am not afraid to die, I’m not afraid.