New Messiah

I’m not a disciple of saviors. 
I’m not a diviner of souls. 
I know what the papers will say when I’m gone— 
they won’t put me above the fold. 

I’m not a desirer of cradles. 
Oh no, not a riser from tombs. 
But you people will know me when [bad word] to term 
and they pull me up out of the womb. 

You failed to define your messiah again. 
You failed to define him. 
You failed to define your messiah again 
now here I am. 

My name when I left you was Henry. 
They lowered me down to the lawn. 
I made all them marchers go out on their knees— 
now they’re gone, now they’re gone, now they’re gone. 

You failed to define your messiah again. 
You failed to define him. 
You failed to define your messiah again 
now here I am.