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