A Clown Of Thorns

Walking my personal Calvary mile to a do-it-yourself crucifixion,

It's a kingdom of clowns wearing martyrdom's frown

I must fight for my hammer and nails,

We're an endless procession of lost, dispossessed unbelievers

Whose prayers go unheard and unanswered,

(Unheard and unanswered like junk mail for Jesus).