Just the way I'm walking
to a life of misery
That's the use of my talking
I'm sailing the life of a real crucified Jesus
And I've just had to be washed
on the way to Tamarake
I feel just the same,
la-di-da-da-di-***-*** La-di-di-***-***,
la-di-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-***
Except when I'm fighting,
and I wear the same dress
When it's all over,
they couldn't care less Oh,
my crucified Jesus
I've just had to be washed on the
way to Camarie I feel just the same,
la-di-da-da-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-***, la
-di-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-***
I can see them writing in their Cadillac cars
Not even shallow pay for their poor men's parts
Oh, my crucified Jesus I know just how it was
on the way to Calvary
I feel just the same, la-di-da-da-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-***,
la-di-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-*** Oh,
my crucified Jesus I know just how it was
on the way to Calvary
I feel just the same, la-di-da-da-di-***-***
La-di-di-***-***,
la-di-di-***-***
La
-di-di-***-***
it looks wicked fire