When Jesus comes through Belfast
He spends His wisdom dear
And when His name is spoken
He makes as not to hear
He keeps well back in company
and shuts His fuckin mouth
and when He can He does His trade
a measure further South
When Jesus walks in Belfast
He keeps His cap pulled low
His step away He quickens
and those returning slow
He'd have a merry welcome
if He should take the whim
to ask the sods He suffered for
to suffer more of Him.
