JESUS
I wear my heart on my sleeve
That’s why they call me a pussy
I’m one of those sensitive types
Everyone wants me to get in a fight but I won’t ‘cause I can’t
I can’t fight
I can’t fight
There I said it, I can’t fight no more
Everyone loves me
But I don’t know why
Maybe that’s why I feel like Jesus Christ sometimes
Jesus smoked 2 packs a day
Jesus smoked lots of weed
Jesus shot meth-amphetimines
Just like me
Just like me
Jesus drank more than he should’ve
But he didn’t drink all that he could’ve
Say he turned water into wine
But why does that make me like him so much?
Jesus wore a dress
He put on lipstick
Made himself look pretty for
His big day when he went to the city
Got his hair done real nice
Everyone wanted to fight
He said “that’s okay, I’m alright now”
Jesus wore a dress
Put on makeup and lipstick
Then he went to the city and died because he can
Just like me.
Maybe I’m god.
I think I’m Jesus
Reincarnated if you believe in that sort of thing
But maybe not
I think I’m Jesus
Will you believe in me tonight?
I think I’m Jesus
Blood on the hill
Blood on the hill
Oh, blood on the hill
Blood on the skin
My head high
Sing aloud
What I’d like to do when I die
I want to be Jesus
Said I want to be Jesus
I want to be ruler of everything
I want to be Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
