it's your greatest passion,
to set 'em up and knock 'em down,
put him on a pedistal, idolitrary,
and it's regularly,
it all yours to their envy,
cause you hold a higher key of senses,
they are drawn like magnets,
to a genius it's confirmed

set him up and knock him down,
and your taste is so accountable,
but this is no great loss,
and sharing never was a choice,
he's burning on your cross,
which gives your credit and a voice,
here to relay your beautiful ideals vicariously through them,

and when he died too many were sympathetic,
they are all pathetic,
and you dethrone your king,
without listening, without ever listening,

Jesus Christ is realized,
as he burns on your cross,
this is no great loss,
another one will come,
the wait is short, the search is brief,
you find another faith,
another Clark Kent,
another Superman,
flashing in the pan,

and your taste is so accountable,
but this is no great loss,
and sharing never was a choice,
he's burning on your cross,
which gives you credit and a voice,
here to relay your beautiful ideals vicariously through them,

and now your searching for that new messiah,
is your greatest passion,
it's the latest fashion