I met Jesus in the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A
Didn't know he was a gardener, for the rich in Santa Fe
And the things he said they struck me just like lighting hit the ground
But most people'd never listen, cause he's poor and cause he's brown
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you listen to the words he'd have to share
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you pay attention, would you even care
He told me 'bout how work fell through for him in Yucatan
How his sister died in Juarez, by the trafficantes' hands
He said I can see why some folks want those barriers 'round their land
But it's when those walls close off their hearts, I'll never understand
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you listen to the words he'd have to share
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you pay attention, would you even care
Then a driver in a Japanese made car rolled through the lot
Droppin' insults on Martinez like his nation's righteous bombs
Well he must have took a page out of the Westboro Baptists' book
Cause the Bible that I read don't teach to judge by how you look
No the Bible that I read don't teach to judge by how you look
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you listen to the words he'd have to share
If Jesus bore the last name of Martinez
Would you pay attention, would you even care