For Christ sake
Look in your own heart
For what’s right and lift it in your hands
High in the winds, sprinkling change
I am not a savior or a crush
My pants are designed for one leg at a time
Pick up your neighbors troubles
Be a mini Messiah, drink the fears of your brother
For Christ sake
Look to your own mind
A country in trouble that I cannot mend
Placebo for a misplaced yearning
I am not a prophet or a bard
My snake oil isn’t good for your everyday problems
But you buy it because it is easier than making your own
Here is the recipe, start cooking
The best that I can possibly do
Is to help my fellow man
In a manner consistent
With my upbringing
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