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I could tell the moment that I saw him,
He was nothing but the troublemaking kind.
His hair was much too long
And that motley group of friends
Had nothing but rebellion on their minds.
He’s rejected the establishment completely.
And I know for sure he’s never held a job.
He just roams from town to town,
Stirring up the young folks,
Till their nothing but a disrespectful mob.
And I know he’s never joined the army
And served his country like we all have done
He’d rather wear his sandals and his flowers
While others wage the war that must be won.
This week they held a trial and found him guilty
Sentenced him to die,
But that’s no great loss.
On Friday they will take him
To a place called Calvary
And nail that troublemaker to a tree.