Why’s a statue fall on me?
Why’s he sleeping peacefully?
Wooden hands and wooden head,
Why’s he wear that robe of red?

I don’t know his name, never seen his face.
Seems to me he’s out of place.
Tell me why he’s sleeping in my space.

Try to move him, it’s no good.
I can’t budge a block of wood.
Jesus comes and laughs at this.
Seems he loves my nemesis.

I don’t know his name, never seen his face…

Jesus tilts him to the floor.
Now I see there’s something more.
Shining gold above his brow,
Statue’s got a halo now.

I don’t know his name, never seen his face…

Am I blind to something good?
Am I partly sleeping wood?
Will he rise at morning light,
Fall on someone else tonight?

I don’t know his name, never seen his face…