And you stare at me. In the 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 the 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 the Jesus Christ pose. Thorns and shrouds. Like it's the coming of the Lord. 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