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   Staring 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   Lawnchair your gilded throne   You cut your tiny ties and now you're dangling by a line      Everybody knows beneath your clothes   Staring at your toes is just a pose   Everybody good knows how hard you blow   Everybody knows      You think you're Jesus christ   You think you're jesus christ   You think you're jesus christ   You think you're jesus christ      You're not my jesus christ   You're not my jesus christ   You're not my jesus christ   You're not my jesus christ