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 your 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
then to wear a crown of thorns
it wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich
then to bury you poor
in your jesus christ pose