Lyrics:

Blind to the forty-five*
Ain't no cure for a suicide mind
No more prayers for the faithless
If you can save me, baby come and save me

[Chorus:]
Oh...yea
You may be my messiah
I'm coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so
Bad...yea
I know your my messiah
You may be equpped, and I'm a superman
I want you so bad
I think I want you so bad
Blood dripping from my eyes
I'm not in tears from a suicide mind
No more fear of the faceless
Oh baby want me, baby want me, love me, oh

[Repeat Chorus:]
{Solo:}

[Repeat Chorus:]
Bad...yea
You may be my messiah
I'm coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so
Bad...yea
I know your my messiah
You may be equipped, and I'm a superman
I want you so bad