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"I may be a young man, my story familiar, Or perhaps I'm the woman next door. I'm a teacher or a lawyer or your present employer, I'm your lover, an infant, a whore, But lately I sweat in the night and I'm losin' weight, Feel just like I'm nailed to a cross, been consigned to this fate, My name is Jesus and my Body had AIDS.
I may be fat, I may be hunky, or perhaps I was a junkie, Shared the needle with all my so-called friends, Or I cruised through a bar and made love in a car One sweet summer night without end. Now with the harsh kiss of Judas you condemn me for what I have done, Our own parents like Peter deny we're their daughters and sons, My name is Jesus and my Body had AIDS.
Like the 39 lashes, I'm covered with rashes As I carry my cross through the crowd, So please deal with your pain, by stitching my name On a panel that will serve as my shroud, I once gave you salvation from an old rugged cross that you built, But in this generation, I'd resurrect from the Quilt, My name is Jesus and I'm dying of AIDS."
Far Left Field Music, by Christian Left & sung my Marsha Stevens
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