I'm not afraid to die
I'm just scared of going to hell
Your car salesman smile says it all
You just wanna be
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Old, twisted and white
Dead crow on a fence is your style
You play with your kids, says it all
You just wanna be
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Fire, fire, fire (hell)
Fire, fire, fire (hell)
Fire, fire, fire (hell)
Fire, fire, fire (hell)
You're a tin God
Take a look at those gaps in your palms
Gimme me those nails
Bang them in, bang them in
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering
Jesus without the suffering