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, like I need to be saved, saved
Like I need to be saved, saved
In your Jesus Christ pose
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, like I'm driving the nails, nails
Like I'm driving the nails, nails
Like I'm driving the nails (Nails), nails (Nails), nails (Nails)
Like I'm driving the nails (Nails), nails
Jesus Christ pose, in your Jesus Christ pose

Arms held out, in your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and shroud like it's the coming of the lord
Would it paid 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
(Poor) In your Jesus Christ pose
(Poor) In your Jesus Christ pose