Trying to start a revolution
Or a small town wannabe tired
Carving out a little fame
Or just someone trying to
Be the long awaited Holy One
Two thousand years counting,
The question′s still mounting
Of being a crutch for the weak
And the leper′s still leaping,
Is just a nice fairy tale
Fact or fiction, are we all
On pennies down in a well
While you′re weary wrestling
It's hard to trust what you
When all you want is to be free
Oh you oughta know, gotta
Oh you oughta know, gotta