| Well, you say, «He's weak, he’s a super freak»
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| Don’t believe that he came
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| You said, «God is dead»
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| You lost your head, you’ve got him swinging from a chain."
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| You can be saved but you’re digging your own grave
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| I’m begging you to come back, to come back
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| «King of kings», the angels sing
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| I think the sky has cracked
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| And that’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus
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| Get high to remember, take a drink to forget; |
| it’s all profanity
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| Still got him on a cross, your heart is lost
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| You nail him to a hippie tree
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| You say, «Light my fire» full desire
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| Don’t you die on me, babe, don’t you die
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| The rope is slipping and you’re voodoo tripping
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| And you’re not a pretty sight to see
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| And that’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus, yeah
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| (Yeah, this ain’t 1969 in U.S.A.,
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| Southern California on a hot day
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| And I don’t look good in bell-bottoms, you know what I mean?
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| No, I sure don’t, and I don’t wear tie-dyed shirts either
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| No, I sure don’t, and I don’t dif those funky head-bands that they used to wear
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| I don’t like none of that stuff
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| You know what?
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| I don’t even know what a eucalyptus tree is.)
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| God is love
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| Power in the blood
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| Seek and you will find
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| Today is the day, better give it away;
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| There’s no better time
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| Will you learn he will return?
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| It’s no small thing to me, it’s no small thing
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| I tell you now, I show you how
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| The shining glory
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| And that’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus
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| And that’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way you see him
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| That’s the way
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| Psychedelic Super Jesus
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| (Freak out
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| Go
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| Oh, oh
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| It’s 1960 all over again, we got tie-dyes again, oh no.) |