Queensrche — Heaven on Their Minds

My mind is clearer now At last, all too well I can see where we all soon will be If you strip away The myth from the man You will see where we all soon will be Jesus! You've started to believe The things they say of you You really do believe This talk of God is true And all the good you've done Will soon be swept away You've begun to matter more Than the things you say Listen, Jesus I don't like what I see All I ask is that you listen to me And remember I've been your right hand man all along You set them all on fire They think they've found the new Messiah And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong I remember when this whole thing began No talk of God then, we called you a man And believe me, my admiration for you hasn't died But every word you say today Gets twisted 'round some other way And they'll hurt if they think you've lied Nazareth's most famous son Should have stayed a great unknown Like his father carving wood He'd have made good Table, chairs, and oaken chests Would have suited Jesus best He'd have caused nobody harm, no one alarm Listen Jesus, do you care for your race? Don't you see? We must keep in our place We are occupied, have you forgotten how put down we are? I'm frightened by the crowd For we are getting much too loud And they'll crush us if we go too far, if we go, go too far [Guitar solo] Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour All your followers are blind Too much Heaven on their minds It was beautiful, but now it's sour Yes, it's all, all gone sour Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live (Come on) He won't listen (Come on) He won't listen (Come on) Yeah, listen (Come on) Please listen (Come on) He won't listen, won't listen, won't listen (Come on) Won't listen, won't listen (Come on)