Josh T. Pearson Sweetheart I Ain't Your Christ
I ain't your Savior or your Christ
Or your goddamn sacrifice
And when I said I'd give my life
I weren't talking suicide
And I'm so tired of tryin' to make it right
For a girl who just won't come to the light
Night after night after night after Christ haunted night
And how you bring your gifts to me
Tied up and bound in their bows of pink
And gently place them at my feet
Like I'm some dying Christmas tree
And fall down to your sexy knees
Gently fold your hands and plead
For me to suck out some disease I can't even begin
To see
You don't need a lover or a friend
You need a God and not a mortal man
Woman you need born again, again
You need a Savior and I just am not him
Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ
Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ
Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ
