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Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief 
If he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth 
If
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief 
If he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth 
If
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand 
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth 
If
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in
Jesus Christ in His grave
Yes, Jesus was a man, a carpenter by hand
His followers true and brave
One dirty coward called Judas Iscariot
Laid poor Jesus in
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Dachau blues, Dachau blues, those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in
the less than five seconds I get ya
They said once bitten n twice shy
We lie next to the guy
With nine ecstasy pills and five extra
Boxes of ripped condoms
Got my window open in the southern cross hotel
It's been my longest night I can tell
By the way I'm not surprised
To see the desert cover over
way cross the floor
To the place where you stand
He's walking, he's flying
The poor boy is trying to be by your side
When the waltzing begins
Jesus Christ was a man
Who traveled through the land
A hard working man and brave
He said to the rich,
"Give your goods to the poor."
But they
Got a song about the sister waitin' somewhere by the phone
For some man who never missed her ever since he come and gone
Ain't it's harder for
of the snake

[Chorus]
All in all it's just a poor man's crusade
Poor man's crusade
The Holy Land home of our blessed lord 
Enslaved and stained by godless
lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like yesterday
By the lash, the hate and rot 
I rend and trisect
Exacting the nihility of man and destruction
As above, so below

Strapped in a carapace - beaten
If your lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems
you’re lucky you can take her cross the rail road tracks
Where the man in the moon works his magic
On the second runner up of the 4H pageant
Seems like
And that's why I'm sittin' here
Lookin' cross the table at you
That's why I'm sittin' here
Lookin' cross the table at you

Well a lonely man needs
forgive you and adore you
While I was hangin' on your cross
If I was Jesus.

I'd have some friends that were poor
I'd run around with the wrong crowd,
man!
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!"
Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He
If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor
A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured
Things were never what they used to be
Now
I was an innocent man till someone grassed me of a plan
Of earning some big-a-money
If I hadn't mouthed it about, I am sure without doubt
I'd 'ave