Jesus Christ Pose

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 need to be saved 
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 driving the nails 
In your Jesus Christ pose 
And you stare at me 
In your Jesus Christ pose 
Arms held out like it's 
The coming of the Lord 
And would it pay 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 your Jesus Christ pose