Life As A Criminal Lyrics

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