New Test Leper - Acoustic / Live From Seattle, WA / 4/19/1996

I can't say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I'm quoting them today

"Judge not lest ye be judged"
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have his lambs all gone astray?

Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey

You are lost and disillusioned
What an awful thing to say
I know, this show doesn't flatter
It means nothing to me

I thought I might help them understand
What an awful thing to see
I am not an animal
Subtitled under the screen

Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey

When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break
I sat silent 5 commercials
I had nothing left to say

The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade

What a sad parade

Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey
Call me a leper, eh-eh-hey



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry
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