Jesus Stag Night Club explodes on the Internet after Christian fundamentalist sends Stephen and Depp straight to hell for the filth. “If they were true Jesus lovers, they wouldn’t own CD players and iPods,” Stephen says in an interview.

12.000 views on YouTube in 24 hours borders the surreal, or at least surpasses expectations one should think. But with Christian fundamentalists offering their fine review of opening track Jesus Stag Night Club in the Daily Star last Saturday, all parties can now enjoy widespread publicity.

Send it in the charts for Christmas? You decide

The Song is about a group of teenagers who hire a jesus lookalike to organize a stag night in the north of England. It goes wrong and the impersonator dies during the night out, only to find out that he really is Jesus  – See Stephen’s personal song descriptions here.

Listen to Jesus Stag Night Club here (lyrics below)

Unison label owner Bruce Witkin has tried to tone down Johnny Depp’s role in the song, but he also is happy about the sudden attention, he explain in an interview with atlasjams.com

“We didn’t start this publicity stunt, but we sure do appreciate it! Whoever decided to make such a big deal out of Jesus Stag Nightclub did Babybird and Unison Music a big favor because it has brought us more attention than we could have ever dreamed of…thank you.

Stephen Jones is an artist, a poet, he expresses himself in many  different ways. The way they are ripping on Johnny for no reason is just sad. This is Stephen Jones’s song, his art, his creation…Johnny was merely one of many musicians who played on the album, Bruce Witkin says.

In an interview with E-Online Stephen gives his insights on the matter:

“The Bible is the greatest fiction book of all time. Incredible stories of magic and mayhem. Full of Hollywood storylines.

I was in a Days Inn hotel room last year and in the bedside drawer was the Book of Mormon. But the second ‘M’ had been scraped off, so that immediately got my interest, and once I delved in, the lyrics for ‘Jesus Stag Night’ just flowed out of me as though the Lord himself has touched me in my secret place.

Every song I’ve ever written is full to the brim with meaning, and this song takes the idea that if Jesus was around today, he would probably be laying low, like I was, in a Days Inn single room, staying incognito to prevent fueling any religious hatred.”

If they were true Jesus lovers, they wouldn’t own CD players and iPods, they would be wandering the world preaching love and understanding.”

“I’m not sure many people know, but Johnny is an incredible guitarist and collects guitars…Johnny has played twice now on tracks. He has the same evil streak as me…We aid each other’s artistic license to produce unwatered down genius. It’s gospel!”

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Lyrics – Thanks Benn Gott on the official babybird forum

Jesus Stag Night Club
Saw a man in a bar with his hair like a lady
Bloody thorns ’round his ears like he was a crazy
He had holes in his hands and a cross for a spine
Crushed a berry in his Perrier and called it wine

He said, “There’s great sadness in life, but don’t sit there and blub:
Here’s some tickets for your friends to the Jesus Stag Night Club!”

I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was hanging naked off a church spire
Tied by my ankles to a weathervane
Felt like I was Jesus on fire

Cuffed to the bumper of a big truck
I begged my dad to take me to a strip bar
Drank kerosene slammers through my eyeballs
Drove myself home in a stolen car

Turn a bird upside down and it lies in your fingers like a dead man
When you throw it in the air it’s resurrected from your hand
We went to a motel, he showed me his Bible
I said, “Tell me the truth,” while he looked me in the eyeball

He said, “There’s great happiness in life but don’t just sit there in love:
Here’s some tickets for your friends to the Jesus Stag Night Club!”

I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was getting on a night bus
Lyin’ on the laps of my good friends
Judas Priest and Lazarus

I’m getting married in the big bright morning
But it feels like I’m giving birth
I feel so happy I could scream
“This is my last few seconds on Earth”

Saw a man in the street lying on the floor beaten up
He had a fish finger sandwich and a yellow M coffee cup
I bent down drunk and tried to pick him up
But when I turned around I could see…it was Jesus…

I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was hanging on a church spire
Tied by my ankles to a weathervane
Felt like I was Jesus on fire

Cuffed to the bumper of a big truck
I begged my dad to take me to a strip bar
Drank kerosene slammers through my eyeballs
Drove myself home in a stolen car

I can’t remember where I was last night
Think I was getting on a night bus
Lyin’ on the laps of my good friends
Judas Priest and Lazarus

I’m getting married in the big bright morning
But it feels like I’m giving birth
I feel so happy I could scream
“This is my last few seconds on Earth!”