My mind is clearer now
At last, all too well,
I can see
Where our soup soon will be
If you strip away
The show from the man
You will see
Where our soup soon will be

Jesus! You've started to believe
The things they say of you
You really do believe
This talk of "Soup God" is true
And all the soup you've made
Will soon be eaten up
You've begun to matter more
Than the soup you serve in cups

Listen Jesus, I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember
I've been your assistent director all along
But all their sanity has left
They think they've found the new Iron Chef
And they'll hurt you
When they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of "Soup God" then, we called you a man
And believe me
My admiration for you hasn't died
But every recipe you teach today
Gets twisted 'round some other way
And they'll hurt you
If they think you've lied

Nazareth, your famous chef
Should have stayed unknown 'till his death
Like his father carving wood
He'd have made good
Tables, chairs, and oaken chests
Would have suited Jesus best
He'd have caused nobody harm
No one alarm

Listen Jesus, don't you care for your production crew?
Don't you see, we must keep to our stew
We are regulated
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
And I am frightened by the fans
For we can't meet all their demands
And they'll crush us
If we go too far

Listen Jesus, to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it's sad to see
Our chances weakening with every hour
All your followers are goons
Too much heaven in their spoons
It was beautiful
But now it's sour
Yes it's all gone sour