Jesus Christ Pose

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 you're 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

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