Worthy To Lick The Sores

I have a name
Lazarus had a name though the dogs licked his sores
The dogs are known as "dogs" even though
Mr. "Rich Man" had no name
And I am rich with the name
of
"Worthy
To Lick The Sores
Of The Dogs That Licked
The Sores On Lazarus."

You can have my tv
You can have my SUV
I can live in a smaller home
I can make it without a cell phone
I don't need this lifestyle
All this damned stuff
I have way more than enough
Blessed are the beggars in spirit
Who cower at the gates
Blessed are the losers at "Church"
Sitting in the rear pews
Blessed are the sores of Lazarus
Dogs licked them clean like plates
Blessed are those with everything
They have "nothing" to lose
Blessed are the wild eyes of night
The sleepless ones under the bridge
Blessed are the eaters of Jesus
Carrying Him within
Blessed are the Brothers and Mothers
Of the Holy Son of God
Blessed are those who've started
To call their enemies "friend"
Blessed are the worried Iraqui's
Blessed are the hands that heal them
Blessed are the walls of Jericho
Blessed are the Catholic people
Unless they live in Mexico
Unless they have too much money
Unless they're Lazarus haters

Blessed is the year that's gone
The tired, woeful sad time
When they packed up poor Lazarus
And put him in the oven
And turned him into ashes
And locked out all the dogs
And poisoned all the air
And drilled out all the oil
And sold the farms to Costco
And sold the dogs to McDonald's
So they could show a profit
So they could give donations
To the party of the rich man
So he can sell the Word
To the coming New World Order