needy world greets the new messiah.  
Taking applications for disciples.  
To touch the hem of his leather trousers,  
unleashes the fury of his healing powers.  
His feet we're blistered for you sins,  
and painful melvins in the high school gym.  
From those who doubted "He" was "Him".  
The savior of our souls- Lord Michael.  
 
 [bad word] ]  
I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance.  
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can.  
His wonders work in mysterious ways.  
Arms are still above his furious legs.  
simple shuffle and a full plie, he's making Zima out of Perrier.  
He's got [bad word] for his scribes to tell- "Ignite your passion" or burn in [bad word]   
Hallelujah we are in his debt, baptized from his holy sweat.  
 
 [bad word] ]  
I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance.  
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can.  
The Lord of Lords declares a holy war on the on the onlookers and the wallflowers.  
 
 [bad word] ]  
I'm exploding in my pants, from the spirit of the Lord of Dance.  
The whirling dervish Son of Man, repent while you still can.