Sweetheart I Ain\x27t Your Christ

I ain't your Saviour or your Christ or your goddamn sacrifice

And when I said I'd give my life, I weren't talkin' suicide

And I'm so tired of trying to make it right,

for a girl who just won't come to the light

Night after night after night after Christ-haunted night

And how you bring your gifts to me

Tied-up and bound in their bows of pink

And gently place them at my feet, like I'm some dying Christmas tree

And drop down to your sexy kitten knees

Sweetly fold your hands and plead for me to suck out some disease,

I can't even begin to see

You don't need a lover or a friend

You need a god and not a mortal man

Woman you need born again, again

You need a Saviour and I'm just am not him

And so you sing to me your songs

And how you hum your holy verse

And try to teach my tongue to talk

Cuz you think it'll cure some curse

But that dust of death it's dug too deep, to be sung or swept right off your sweet

heart that lost its beat out there trying to light up cut down fallen men like me

I ain't your Saviour or your Christ or your goddamn sacrifice

And when I said I'd give my life, I weren't talkin' suicide

And I'm so tired of trying to make it right, for a girl who won't come to the light

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