Lyrics
A peasant wouldn't leave a trail
But isn't he a god?
Peasants don't get crucified
For sacrificial fraud?
He's accepted by all faiths
He must have walked the land
Those deities have scriptures, too
Of biased reach and span
No morsel of evidence
Except for Mathew, Luke and John
Those fools, they weren't real either
The holiest of cons
Christ myth persists through
The centuries
Keep on digging, you won't
Ever find a thing
Christ myth persists through
The centuries
Keep on digging, you won't
Find a goddamn thing
Writer(s): Bradley Fuchs
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