Bruising the Serpents Head
The man said, "Jesus, what are You doing
Hanging out with the tax collector?
He's everything that we don't want to be
Jesus, think of what You're doing
Can't You find someone any better?
Well, come on, Rabbi, take a look at me
And why are You there
Telling him not to despair?
And what are You doing coming here to eat?"

He said, "I'm bruising the serpent's head
Doing all that the prophets have said
Don't you remember the thing that you read?
I'm bruising the serpent's head"

The man said, "Jesus, what are You doing
With that cripple in the temple?
Well, why is he reaching out his hand?
Jesus, think of what You're doing
Don't You heal him on the Sabbath
Oh, Master, You just don't understand
Well, what will they say
When they seeing You working today?
What do You hope to prove by healing him?", oh...
He said, "I'm bruising the serpent's head
Doing all that My Father has said
Healing the sick and raising the dead
I'm bruising the serpent's head"

Well, everyone was staring
While the blood trickled down Your face
From the thorns in Your head
And everyone that knew You
Thought it strange You had nothing to say, oh...
You know the priests all want You dead

"Jesus, think of what You're doing
Hanging there with the sinners
You who said You were a king?
Jesus, tell me what You're doing
Talking to that thief about heaven
Oh, that's the strangest thing I've ever seen
Well, why did You say
Oh, "Father, forgive them today"?
What are You doing hanging on that thing, oh...

You said "I'm bruising the serpent's head
Doing all that My Father has said
Healing the sick and raising the dead
I'm bruising the serpent's head"
Oh, "I'm bruising the serpent's head
Doing all that My Father has said
Healing the sick and raising the dead
I'm bruising the serpent's head"

Ooh-ooh-ooh...