Tinsel Wonder

I don't geddit
Mr God
wotcha dun
izza litt'l odd

wuzzat buzzin'
in yer head
abandon the living
for the dead?

dinnit hurt'ya
to be born
cold and poor
while cows looked on?

were you mad
to play yer game
touch the lepers
'n walk the lame?

wassa point
to sit wiv fools
hang wiv outcasts
'n call it cool?

were ya chuffed
to diss the law
risk the stones
outside county hall?

why d'ya die
if you're a king
where's that power
you're meant to bring?

Christ, man, tell
wuzza cost
to come from heaven
'n save the lost?

'n wotcha want
wiv litt'l me
bad 'n ogling, neath
some Christmas tree?