Crown Of Thorns

You were yesterday's hero An ordinary man of flesh and blood Took the World on your shoulders A hopeless crusade, and act of love But it's a world obsessed with religion And now you wear the face of a god Like the words you said, you're as good as dead Just a work of art on the wall And that's why nobody wears a crown of thorns Nobody cares Nobody wears a crown of thorns anymore Holy men talk of hunger While standing beneath a cross of gold And there are preachers on the TV In their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul To think you died for what you believed in Only to be exploited and used Now you're supermen from the promised land Just a vision of Hollywood ...anymore You showed me that there's