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