Fed to Death

There was a man from Allentown

Who fed his son to death.

He calmly watched him gorge himself

Until his final breath.

And there he stood surprised and shocked

Above his tiny frame.

He said "I bear no blame for this;

I only share his name!"

There was a man from Nazareth

The fools at war pervert.

They forged an image of his flesh

To brand on mugs and t-shirts.

They say one day he'll spring to life

To smile and clear your name,

So nail yourself upon the cross

And hang your head in shame

Forever.

This is forever.

This is forever.

This is forever.

This is forever.