They don't crucify prophets these days
I told the man in my waking dreams
They have more sensitive subtle ways
They call them rehabilitation schemes
Talk until you suddenly find
They present you with their plan
To mould and change your mind
And make you a compliant man
Their slogan is of free speech
To walk the party line or brother
You become outcast social leech
In a state that quickly smothers
Buries you in modern toys
Lures you with possessions
A world of synthetic joys
And selfish obsessions
The eleventh commandment rules
The other ten mean just naught
In a sheer simplicity that fools
Thou shalt not get caught
Don't need crucify the prophet today
Just make him question his self worth
Or the ultimate modern way
Make him an object of mirth
No they don't crucify prophets these days
Maybe expose them on prime time tv
Where the media guru has his ways
To harass and humiliate there for all to see
