Lyrics:

Yeah



Television prostitution pimp and God It ain't nothin' new Tell me who killed the Lord in the 1st place Was it you Saw a 900 foot Jesus in Tulsa, Oklahoma It's true



They said We like bein' dead Too scared to run And what makes you so divine



Show some faith Show me some tenderness Shower me with love With love and forgiveness Bleed my soul Take my advice But don't hang me up Like Jesus Christ



You forget I ain't livin' for you Cut me to the quick, call the kettle black And we're through The only way out's through the window pane It'll do



So tired Of your deceivin' Nothing more we could believe in And we're feelin' so sublime



Show some faith Show me some tenderness Shower me with love With love and forgiveness Bleed my soul Take my advice But don't hang me up Like Jesus Christ



Ooh yeah No!



Show some faith Show me some tenderness Shower me with love With love and forgiveness Bleed my soul And take my advice Well don't hang me up Like Jesus Christ



Show some faith Show me some tenderness Shower me with love With love and forgiveness Bleed my soul Take my advice Well don't hang me up Like Jesus Christ



Don't hang me up Like Jesus Christ now Don't hang me up Ooh said don'tcha



Hang me up Don'tcha, don'tcha, don'tcha Hang me up Ooh said don'tcha Hang me up Like Jesus Christ now Hang me up Ooh



Na na na na-na-ah! Na na na na-na na Na na na na-na-ah! Na na na na-na ooh Na na na na-na-ah! Na na na na-na na Na na na na-na-ah! Na na na na-na ow!