And you stare at me
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out
Like youve been carrying a load
And you swear to me
You dont want to be my slave
But youre staring at me
Like I need to be saved
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out
In your jesus christ pose
Thorns and shroud
Like its [bad word] of the lord
And I swear to you
That I would never feed you pain
But youre staring at me
Like Im driving the nails
In your jesus christ pose
And you stare at me
In your jesus christ pose
Arms held out like its
 [bad word] of the lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water
Than to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldnt pain me more to bury you rich
Than to bury you poor
In your jesus christ pose