And you swear to me, you don't want to be my slave
In your Jesus Christ pose
Saved, like I need to be saved, saved
Nails, like I'm driving the nails, nails, like I'm driving the nails
Thorns and shroud, like it's the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you, I would never feed you pain
Than to bury you poor
Than to wear a crown of thorns?
In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose
(Poor)
Would it pay you more to walk on water
In your Jesus Christ pose
Nails, nails, like I'm driving the nails, nails
Arms held out
It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich
But you're staring at me like I'm, like I'm driving the nails
Thorns and shroud, like it's the coming of the Lord
In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose
But you're staring at me like I, like I need to be saved
