A Clown Of Thorns

Walking my personal Calvary mile to a do-it-yourself crucifixion, 
It's a kingdom of clowns wearing martyrdom's frown - 
I must fight for my hammer and nails, 
We're an endless procession of lost, dispossessed unbelievers - 
Whose prayers go unheard and unanswered, 
(unheard and unanswered like junk mail for Jesus).