And you stare at me
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
Like you`ve been carrying a load
And you swear to me
You don`t want to be my slave
But you`re 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 it`s the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you
That I would never feed you pain
But you`re staring at me
Like I`m driving the nails
In your Jesus Christ pose
And you stare at me
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out like it`s
The coming of the Lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water
Than to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldn`t pain me more to bury you rich
Than to bury you poor
In your Jesus Christ pose