Well, the news spread through Jerusalem Tonight, a child is born There are shepherds falling to their knees And angels blowing horns But in their golden halls, the Pharisees Scoffed and drank their wine They said it's only Hebrew prophecy We don't care, and besides He's just a kid, that's all He is One more pebble in the gravel One more rumor in the rabble How can He be king, He's just a kid? Well, in no time it seemed the world Was knocking on His door For miracles and wonders They had never seen before Soon the Pharisees stopped laughing The silver sun was paid And near the end He knelt down In the garden and He prayed I'm just a kid, that's all I am I'll need your strength to see me through it And if it is your will, I'll do it But how can I be King, I'm just a kid? Now I think about the baby And the man at Christmas time Of mothers, sons and fathers And children just like mine About the power in unselfishness, love and sacrifice Gift that we we're given and the price And how the news spread through Jerusalem Tonight, a child is born There are shepherds falling to their knees And angels blowing horns I wonder how on Earth the Pharisees Could scoffed and drink their wine And say he's only Hebrew prophecy We don't care, and besides He just a kid, that's all He is One more pebble in the gravel One more rumor in the rabble And how can He be King, He's just a kid? Oh, how can He be King He's just a kid?

The cash machine Is blue and green For a hundred in 20's And a small service fee I could spend three dollars And 63 cents On diet Coca-Cola And unlit cigarettes I wonder why We listen to poets When nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful This machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I want a good life With a nose for things A fresh wind and bright sky To enjoy my suffering A hole without a key If I break my tongue Speaking of tomorrow How will it ever come All my lies are always my wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees Every time the doorbell rings I shake like a toothache When I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die If I could come back new I would like to salute The ashes of American flags And all the falling leaves Filling up shopping bags