Heaven on Their Minds (Brandon Victor Dixon)

My mind is clearer now
At last, all too well
I can see where we all soon will be
If you slip away the myth from the man
You will see where we all soon will be
Jesus!
You've started to believe the things they say of you
You really do believe this talk of God is true
And all the good you've done
Will soon get swept away
You've begun to matter more than the things you say

Listen, Jesus, I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember I've been your right hand men all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they've found the new mesiah
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of God then we called you a man
And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died
But every word you say today gets twisted round some other way
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Nazareth, your famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood
He'd have made good
Tables, chairs and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best
He'd have caused nobody harm
No one alarm

Listen, Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
And I'm frightened by the crowd
For they are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour
All your followers are blind
Too much heaven on their minds
It was beautiful but now it's sour
Yes, it's all gone sour!
Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give
For I, I just want us to live
It's all gone sour!