Sweetheart I Ain't 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 talking suicide

And I'm so tired of tryin' 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 fall down to your sexy knees,

gently 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 just am not him.

Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ (x3)