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.

from Badmotorfinger, 1991