The wretch just doesn’t see I’m right for him, Why won’t he just magic stone into bread? The ways of his Dad need a little trim, My own path offers an easier tread. Hop off the temple, give people a show And those angels something to do I said Would he listen? Well of course he said no I’m telling you know that he’ll end up dead. All the kingdoms of the earth, all I could Give him, were his if he’d be sensible Was he hell! No due worship to me would Leave his thin lips thick with pious dribble. What can he do? Can he kill sin and death? Can he rise from the dead? Don’t hold your breath!