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 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

In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose

Arms held out in your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and the shroud like it’s the coming of the Lord
Would it pay you more to walk on water than to wear a crown of thorns?
It wouldn’t pay me more to bury you rich than to bury you poor

In your Jesus Christ pose (Poor)
(Poor) In your Jesus Christ pose