Separated, I cut myself clean 
From a past [bad word] back in my darkest of dreams 
Been apprehended by a spiritual force 
And a grace that replaced all the me I've divorced 

I saw a man with tat on his big fat belly 
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly 
It took me a while to catch what it said 
Cause I had to match the rhythm 
Of his belly with my head 
'Jesus Saves' is what it raved in a typical tattoo green 
He stood on a box in the middle of the city 
And claimed he had a dream 

 [bad word]  
What will people think 
When they hear that I'm a Jesus freak 
What will people do when they find that it's [bad word] 
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak 
There ain't no disguising the [bad word] 

Kamikaze, my death is gain 
I've been marked by my Maker 
peculiar display 
The high and lofty, they see me as weak 
Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek 

There was a man from the desert with naps in his head 
The sand that he walked was also his bed 
The words that he spoke made the people assume 
There wasn't too much left in the upper room 
With skins on his back and hair on his face 
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate 
The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak 
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak 

(repeat [bad word] 2x) 

People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger 
That my best friend was born in a manger 
People say I'm strange, does it make me a stranger 
That my best friend was born in a manger