Jesus is just a Spanish boy's name.nHow come one man got so much fame?nTo enemy, it's pointless to anybodynThat doesn't have faithnGive me the cloth and I'll wipe my face.nnWhen it's all gonenSomething carries onnAnd it's not morbid at all,nJust when natures had enough of younnWhen my blood stops,nSomeone else's will not.nWhen my head rolls off,nSomeone else's will turn.nAnd while I'm alive, I'll make tiny changes to earth.nnSo you can burn menCause we'll all be the same, the same way.nDirt in someone's eyes cried down the drainnI believe in a house in the cloudsnAnd God's got his dead friends 'roundnHe's painted all the walls rednTo remind them they're all deadnnAnd you know when it's all gone, something carries on--nAnd it's not morbid at all--nnJust when nature's had enough of you.nWhen my blood stopsnSomeone else's will not.nWhen my head rolls offnSomeone else's will turn.nYou can mark my words, I'll make tiny changes to earthnnWhile I'm alive, I'll make tiny changes to earthnTiny changes to earthnTiny changes to earth