Vexed

Pay your respects to a greater intellect
Youre just a pawn, does this confession turn you on?
I know your kind, you'd do me from behind
And when everybody stares their eyes will bare the sharpest glareEverybody knows beneath your clothes
Staring at your toes is just a pose
Everybody good knows how hard you blow
Everybody knowsYou did me wrong, I grinned and played along
Those days are gone, does this confession turn you on?
I'd see you stoned, lawn chair to gilded throne
You cut your tiny ties and now youre dangling by a lieEverybody knows beneath your clothes
Staring at your toes is just a pose
Everybody good knows how hard you blow
Everybody knowsYou think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus Christ
You think you're Jesus ChristYou're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ
You're not my Jesus Christ