Years ago, I had heard
that an Episcopal Church in San Francisco was
considering placing
"This Man Eats With Fuckups and Sinners" above its
altar. I loved it! Of course they didn't,
but I wrote this song about
it. Later, when writing THE KINGDOM, when it came time to
describe the
friars' chapel, the saying finally found a place where it could safely
reside
—even if only in fiction. Here's the song:
I'm not the man that I could be, and maybe not should be
But I'm not concerned
'cause if I didn't wander
how could I ponder all that I've learned?
And it doesn't seem fair, but I don't think God cares
Jesus ate dinner with fuckups and sinners
So I know I'm welcome there
There's not a man or a woman
Who holds my admiration
Who's not a son of a bitch
Dionysus and Apollo are coupling in the hollow
And the alchemy's rich
And it doesn't seem fair, but I don't think God cares
Jesus ate dinner with fuckups and sinners
So I know I'm welcome there
He loved the sinner, he may even love the sin
Holiness ain’t what you shut out
no, it's what you let in
He ate with the whore, and he ate with the traitor
He ate with the priest, and about a million masterbators
He ate with the hypocrites, and he ate with theives
He'll eat with me.
{INSTRUMENTAL BREAK}
So pull up to the table, however you're able
You don't have to be useful, or mentally stable
There's food for the hungry, and for those who thirst
…you guys go first
Jesus ate dinner with fuckups and sinners
So I know I'm welcome there
