Vexed

Pay your respects to a greater intellect
 You're 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 glare
 Everybody knows beneath your clothes
 Starring at your toes is just a pose
 Everybody good knows how hard you blow
 Everybody knows
 You 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 you're dangling by a lie
 Everybody knows beneath your clothes
 Starring at your toes is just a pose
 Everybody good knows how hard you blow
 Everybody knows
 You think you're Jesus Christ
 You're not my Jesus Christ