Birthday boy

can’t explain

Christmas Eve

He’s born again

On the line

a broken train

going nowhere

Endless rain

Birthday boy

so afraid

plays the machines

in the arcade

Oh baby do you remember

he’s been through all this before?

Spent the summer getting nowhere

Taking all of the blame for the city

Calculating from pain comes pity

Christmas Eve

a time of joy

if you believe

in birthday boy

This time around

it’s all a mistake

Is he deluded

or just a fake?

Oh baby do you remember

he’s been through all this before?

Spent the summer getting nowhere

Taking all of the blame for the city

Calculating from pain comes pity

If you knew his name

would you feel the same?

Birthday boy

stands apart

as the drama’s

about to start

A quick betrayal

A speedy trial

As before

complete denial

Oh baby do you remember

he’s been through all this before?

Spent the summer getting nowhere

Taking all of the blame for the city

Calculating from pain comes pity

If you knew his name

would you feel the same?

2000. I imagined Jesus coming back to earth on the eve of his birthday and, like the young British student Stephen Lawrence, is murdered in a racist attack, dying for our sins all over again.