Are you my Christ? Why isn't your name Jesus? are you my redeemer, come to suffer, and take away my sins? What did your father tell you to come down here for? save yourself? save the world? save his grand design? save for your retirement? Your grail is always full and mine is cracked. I won't forsake you, not even once, not even after the cock crows three times, you gave me plum wine and garlic bread and loved me all night You don't know guilt because you were never baptized; moss can't cling to a rolling stone and neither can sin, you're clean Your first Adam died, you could not save him; he shot himself full of happiness, and overdosed But you saved me. You're my redeemer, but whose shoulders do you cry on when you're dark, naked and cold and its raining knives and raining stones and you're outside? Mine. Yes, always.