And you stare at me   In your jesus christ pose   Arms held out   Like youve been carrying a load   And you swear to me   You dont want to be my slave   But youre 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 its the coming of the lord   And I swear to you   That I would never feed you pain   But youre staring at me   Like Im driving the nails   In your jesus christ pose   And you stare at me   In your jesus christ pose   Arms held out like its   The coming of the lord   And would it pay you more to walk on water   Than to wear a crown of thorns   It wouldnt pain me more to bury you rich   Than to bury you poor   In your jesus christ pose