You Can’t Put Jesus on That

[Intro] Mama's Bible on the table, Evening news turned way up loud. Same old cross above the doorway— Different gospel from that crowd. [Verse 1] January sixth, we watched those cops Get battered at the door. Then you pardoned men who swung at them— What'd their badges matter for? Jesus stopped His own disciple When he raised a blade to fight. You don't get to call it holy Just because they're on your side. [Chorus] You can't put Jesus on that, Can't nail His name to a party flag. He stood with the wounded, faced down the proud; You praise His name, then drown Him out. Don't tell me that's what the Bible said— I can still read those words in red. Shout "Amen" till the rafters crack— But you can't put Jesus on that. [Verse 2] Mama read about a traveler Left half dead beside the road, And the stranger who stopped to help him, Took that burden for his own. Putin sent the tanks to Ukraine; You blamed the invaded land. That ain't the Good Samaritan— That's kickin' the wounded man. [Verse 3] Epstein's survivors wanted answers; Your files put names out on display. Then came threats against those women— What would Jesus have to say? He warned us 'bout the little ones, Made the weight of harm so clear. If you mean "protect the children," Protect the women standin' here. [Chorus] You can't put Jesus on that, Can't nail His name to a party flag. He stood with the wounded, faced down the proud; You praise His name, then drown Him out. Don't tell me that's what the Bible said— I can still read those words in red. Shout "Amen" till the rafters crack— But you can't put Jesus on that. [Verse 4] Your Trump-coin buyers got a banquet, Big holders got inside. While we count our grocery money, They get face time by your side. Jesus didn't sell an audience, Didn't price a rich man's prayer. He threw the money changers out— You pulled up another chair. [Bridge] Mama closed that worn-out Bible. For a moment, not a sound. Then said, "If truth can break your idol, Let the damn thing hit the ground." [Final Chorus] You can't put Jesus on that, Can't nail His name to a party flag. He stood with the wounded, faced down the proud; You praise His name, then drown Him out. Don't tell me that's what the Bible said— I can still read those words in red. Mr. President, tip your hat— You can't put Jesus on that. [Outro] I'm still standin' with that carpenter. That's why I can't stand for that.