You were yesterday's hero   An ordinary man of flesh and blood   Took the world on your shoulders   A hopeless crusade, and act of love      But it's a world obsessed with religion   And now you wear the face of a god   Like the words you said, you're as good as dead   Just a work of art on the wall      And that's why nobody wears a crown of thorns   Nobody cares   Nobody wears a crown of thorns anymore      Holy men talk of hunger   While standing beneath a cross of gold   And there are preachers on the tv   In their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul      To think you died for what you believed in   Only to be exploited and used   Now you're supermen from the promised land   Just a vision of hollywood      ...anymore      You showed me that there's hope for humanity   But once more you're being betrayed      So many countries torn by their idols   Too many prophets screaming for blood   And they only hear what they want to hear   When it comes to God up above