Testo Jesus Crust

Standing bright on a pillar Made of native stone Stood a man of distinction A man not well known Shouting words of confusion When no one was there, He asked questions of ghosts and then he ran off scared He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust A man of very few words He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust A man who always was heard His mother kept kosher His father was dead He drank hemlock for breakfast It swelled his head He worked for the army as a target for the archers He wet himself at dinner And still his head grew larger He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust A many of very few words He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust A man who always was heard