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

Like I need to be
Saved
Saved
Like I need to be
Saved
Saved

In your Jesus Christ pose
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
I would never feed you pain
But you're staring at me
Like I

Like I'm driving the
Nails
Nails
Like I'm driving the
Nails
Nails
Like I'm driving the
Nails (nails)
Nails (nails)
Nails (nails)
Like I'm driving the
Nails (nails)
Nails

In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose

Arms held out
In your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and shroud
Like it's the coming of the Lord
Would it pain 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) Poor
Poor (in your Jesus Christ pose)