Heaven on their Minds (Jérôme Pradon)

(Judas:)
My mind is clearer now —
At last all too well
I can see where we all soon will be.
If you strip away the myth from the man
You will see where we all soon will be.

Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true!
And all the good you've done
Will soon get swept away...
You've begun to matter more
Than the things you say!

Listen, Jesus I don't like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember —
I've been your right hand man all along...
You have set them all on fire!..
They think they've found the new Messiah...
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.

I remember, when this whole thing began,
No talk of God then —
We called you a man!
And believe me —
My admiration for you hasn't died!..
But every word you say today
Gets twisted round some other way.
And they'll hurt if they think you've lied...

Nazareth, your famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown.
Like his father carving wood —
He'd have made good...
Table chairs and oaken chests would have suited Jesus best,
He'd caused nobody harm — no-one alarm!

Listen Jesus do you care for your race?
Don't you see, we must keep in our place?
We are occupied —
Have you forgotten how put down we are?!
And our conquerors object
To another noisy sect...
And they'll crush us if we go too far.

Listen, Jesus to the warning I give.
Please, remember that I want us to live!..
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour...
All your followers are blind!
Too much Heaven On Their Minds...
It was beautiful but now it's sour.
Yes, it's all gone sour...