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)