Christ Did It All Before You

Once in a town called Baghdad-by-the-Bay
I lent my place to a youth while away.
He carved up his arms on my baby blue bed
then left me a note drenched in blood, and it read:

Christ did it all before you, so don't waste you time.
Christ did it all before you, claim your peace of mind.
Christ did it all before you, and I'll do it again.
Christ did it all before you, signed Michael, your friend.

Too young to grasp what my martyr had said
even as Reagan laughed off all of the dead.
Friends claimed salvation from a Beast with a Pill,
"it won't kill you yet, but much later, it will."

Years passed and Michael still visits me in my dreams
lending me whispers so I won't hear the screams
of a nation in bondage to a gaggle of crooks
with design on our freedoms, and barcodes on books!

Christ did it all before you, so don't waste you time.
Christ did it all before you, claim your peace of mind.
Christ did it all before you, and I'll do it again.
Christ did it all before you, signed Michael, your friend.