Crown Of Thorns

You were yesterday's hero

An ordinary man of flesh and blood

Took the World on your shoulders

A hopeless crusade, and act of love

But it's a world obsessed with religion

And now you wear the face of a god

Like the words you said, you're as good as dead

Just a work of art on the wall

And that's why nobody wears a crown of thorns

Nobody cares

Nobody wears a crown of thorns anymore

Holy men talk of hunger

While standing beneath a cross of gold

And there are preachers on the TV

In their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul

To think you died for what you believed in

Only to be exploited and used

Now you're supermen from the promised land

Just a vision of Hollywood

...anymore

You showed me that there's hope for humanity

But once more you're being betrayed

So many countries torn by their idols

Too many prophets screaming for blood

And they only hear what they want to hear

When it comes to God up above