Only Jesus Christ
Could be called upon
To care for us
With no pay
And even then
We would still have killed him one day.
We can’t ask that human beings should be saints
Unless we start with ourselves.
What a picture that paints
If teaching is a vocation an I say it ain’t
Who will get the money you save
When I did it for nothing.
My retina was tortured into a million pieces
I’m no saviourette now
They were laughing all the way to the bank.
Whike I alone in my kayak sank.
This is no way to run a bank
How my heart sings 