Lyrics:

Well, you say, 'He's weak, he's a super freak',
Don't believe that he came,
You said, 'God is dead',
You lost your head, you've got him swinging from a chain.'
You can be saved but you're digging your own grave,
I'm begging you to come back, to come back,
'King of kings', the angels sing,
I think the sky has cracked.

And that's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus.

Get high to remember, take a drink to forget; it's all profanity,
Still got him on a cross, your heart is lost,
You nail him to a hippie tree,
You say, 'Light my fire' full desire,
Don't you die on me, babe, don't you die,
The rope is slipping and you're voodoo tripping,
And you're not a pretty sight to see.

And that's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus, yeah.

(Yeah, this ain't 1969 in U.S.A.,
Southern California on a hot day,
And I don't look good in bell-bottoms, you know what I mean?
No, I sure don't, and I don't wear tie-dyed shirts either,
No, I sure don't, and I don't dif those funky head-bands that they used to wear,
I don't like none of that stuff,
You know what?
I don't even know what a eucalyptus tree is.)

God is love,
Power in the blood,
Seek and you will find,
Today is the day, better give it away;
There's no better time,
Will you learn he will return?
It's no small thing to me, it's no small thing,
I tell you now, I show you how,
The shining glory.

And that's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus,
And that's the way you see him,
That's the way you see him,
That's the way,
Psychedelic Super Jesus.

(Freak out,
Go,
Oh, oh,
It's 1960 all over again, we got tie-dyes again, oh no.)