Heaven on Their Minds (Brandon Victor Dixon)

My mind is clearer now At last, all too well I can see where we all soon will be If you slip 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 get 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 men all along You have set them all on fire They think they've found the new mesiah 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 you if they think you've lied Nazareth, your famous son Should have stayed a great unknown Like his father carving wood He'd have made good Tables, 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? And I'm frightened by the crowd For they are getting much too loud And they'll crush us if we go too far If we go too far 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 gone sour! Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give For I, I just want us to live It's all gone sour!