At the turn of the century The skies were set ablaze by our saviour's re-entry As God sent his son down to earth Saying, "Boy, it's time you got back to work" Touching down in the city of sirens He went looking for a job, but nobody was hiring As hunger slid its hands 'round his throat Peace and love packed up their bags and eloped In a suit on the seventh floor Satan preaches to the board It's always useful to moralise from airconditioned paradise The apple is never large enough Jesus squatted down on a pavement in Hillbrow Ring of thorns replaced with a razor-wire crown The guilty rolling past where he skulked In SUV's that they filled up with their bulk Anger surged through his frame with its hot flow Picking up a half-brick he destroyed a car window And grabbed a wallet from its place on the seat Saying, "Forgive me father, but tonight I must eat" In a suit on the seventh floor Satan preaches to the board Keeping the profits lining up It's always useful to moralise from airconditioned paradise The apple is never large enough Around the corner from the scene Two constables licked their fingers clean Of wors and beans Until their grooming rites were surpassed By the screaming of the middle class And breaking glass All attention to the street They saw a man flee through the stifling heat In sandled feet In a blur of sound and might They cut him off just past the traffic lights And read the lord his rights Peering down from his steel and glass tower Satan saw his chance for an increase in power And secured the full weight of the law Via a series of transfers and phonecalls When Jesus pleaded guilty at his court appearance The magistrate decried him with gleeful vehemence "Since you seem to show no sign of remorse The maximum sentence is my only recourse" In a suit on the seventh floor Satan preaches to the board Keeping the prophets lining up It's always useful to moralise from airconditioned paradise The apple is never large enough In a suit on the seventh floor Satan preaches to the board Keeping the profits lining up It's always useful to moralise from airconditioned paradise The apple is never large enough