Jesus Freaks

Jesus Freaks

We are cursed and we are curled
We’re all God’s Children in this world
So miserable…
So quantified…

We’re so fucking Jesuits
Thanks to damned Ignatius
And we are none…
No longer stone…

You put us into the Styx!
You put us in the line with all these freaks!
And we were wearing our Jesus boots!
And therefore we were Jesus Freaks…

But Stix nix all of our pyx
For we’ve got no coins but only pricks
Could you please tell us to fix?
Could you please… turn us pix?

We don’t want to grow into the pixies
But we’ve died before we got christened
Is this all our fault?
Is this all our fault…?

But we have our Jesus boots
And we’re expired like old-fashioned books
So take away your Jesus College
And let us go before we pledge…

God drains all our Jesus Juice
But we’ve got none of His Fruits
Why do we get to suffer?
Why do we… get to suffer?


But
We love you darling Jesus Christ!
We wanna be your little girls!
Take us over the Galilee
And show us how to be…

Stix nix all of our pyx
We just start smoking our Jesus weeds
And we put on our Jesus boots
And hereby… we’re all Jesus freaks…