I'm no poor storyteller Just a poverish soothsayer You can smack me into shape if you like Or we could talk all night If jesus was born in a race of age Would a noose of thorns be more fitting The fear swells Creating an undulating lull Mind body and soul These odd knees are old If jesus was born into a race of age Would a noose of thorns be more fitting If jesus was born with a similar rage Would a noose of thorns be more fitting On which day did god create This awful violence that I see On which day did god create This awkward violence that i see