Okay,

I told you I’d return,

But that’s all I said, remember!

Well, this is it, I’m back,

And that’s as far as it goes this time.

No walking on water, no healing,

No disciples, no mountain sermon.

What did you expect anyway,

With me hanging on that cross

Bleeding to death?

And you, what did you do?

Weep and pray!

I didn’t need a god damn religion!

Just get the nails out,

Take me down, mend my wound,

A little common kindness for christ’s sake.

No! This time I’m going out for shortstop,

And I’m going to be so fucking good

You won’t believe your eyes.