Jesus in the Temple

You see all black & white, like it's all so simple
You always seem, to me, like Jesus in the temple
Your reason for complete lack of tact is the letter of a law
No honest man can exact
Lately I've been waiting for something terrible to happen
Like I'm full of dread
Voices in my head from all over the whole wide world
I fall asleep dreaming & wake up to the screaming out my window
It's just a laughing little girl

Two cops in a fight on a Saturday night
On a New Year's Eve by the black & white
Outside my front door, comin' through my walls
From the street of fear in to the sacred halls of my home
I can hear the sound so clear
Of a strong black man callin' and end to the year

I can't relax while watching snow or the tree glow on the wrapping
I feel the pull of my own wool pulled over my eyes napping
There's got to be a prayer left in my that can set my spirit free
Some pride & joy left for me
She's at work I'm all alone, a holiday turned in to stone
Just like Medusa I cut loose and let my snake locks curl
Your are holier than thou, but I know I'm the fattened cow laid out for dinner
For God & His girl

Two cops in a fight on a Saturday night
On a New Year's Eve by the black & white
Outside my front door, coming through my walls
From the street of fear in to the sacred halls of my home
I can hear the sound so clear
Of a strong black man calling an end to the year

With angry shouts & sorrowful moans
With his arms stretched out to the rage of his tone
When I stepped outside it just couldn't be denied
An honest man will suffer judgment from another who's lied
I reached out in the cold to hold my hand
And I felt the ghosts & shame from the land where I stand