Jesus Christ Pose

And you stare at me In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out Like you've been carryin' a load And you swear to me You don't want to be my slave But you're staring at me Like I, like I need to be saved, saved Like I need to be saved, saved In the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In the Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord I swear to you, I would never feed you pain But you're staring at me Like I, like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails, nails Like I'm driving the nails, nails In the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose Arms held out In your Jesus Christ pose Thorns and shroud Like it's the coming of the Lord Would it pain 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 the Jesus Christ pose In the Jesus Christ pose