I'm not the Messiah, but I'll preach passed the heavens,nCleanse the sick and the sad of their woe and regression.n'Cause all the hospital gowns kneel and pray for remissionnTo a deck full of kings who are deaf or don't listen.nGood ol' Peter's got that list and you weren't sent an invitationnTo that country-club concept you couldn't afford to buy in.nSo please collect your things,nLeave quietly:nYour idea of Hell is waiting,n'Cause when the collection platenWas passed SundaynYou didn't make a donation.nnBut, I'd die for your sakenI'm a martyr, but not a saint.nJust sinning and smiling,nLove's my only faith.nnYour price of salvation? Be a prideless samaritan.nYet every houseless beggar you pass, you pretend you don't see him.nHey, I'm not so divine, or The Accuser of Brethren;nI'm just a sidewalk song who gives into every temptation.nAnd when I die, eyes wide, grinning and highnWe'll put the fun in funeral:nAn absent crucifix laughing betwixtnThe careless and the careful.nOnly one-hundred and forty-four thousand are chosen;nRead Revelation.nSo, can you honestly profess to menYou deserve to be let in?nnStill, I'd die for your sake.nI'm a martyr but not a saint.nJust sinning and smiling.nLove's my only faith.