| <>< Jesus Freak ><> |
| Seperated, I cut myself clean, From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams. Been apprehended by a spiritual force, And a grace that's replaced all the me I've divorced. I saw a man with a tat on his big fat belly, It wiggled around like marmalade jelly. It took me a while to catch what he said, Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly to my head. "Jesus Saves" is what it raved, In a typical tattoo green. He stood on a box in the middle of the city, And he claimed he had a dream. What would people think when they knew that I'm a Jesus freak? What would people do if they find out it's true? I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak. There ain't no disguising the truth. Kamakazee, my death is gain. I've been marked by my maker a peculiar display. The high and lofty they see me as weak. Cause I won't live and die for the power they seek. There was a man in the desert with naps in his head. The sand that he walked was also his bed. The words that he spoke made the people assume, There wasn't too much left in the upper room. He had skins on his back and hair on his face. They thought he was crazed by the locust he ate. Ya see, the Pharisee's tripped when they heard him speak, Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak. What would people think when they knew that I'm a Jesus freak? What would people do if they find out it's true? I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak. There ain't no disguising the truth. REPEAT CHORUS People say I'm strange, Does it make me a stranger, That my best friend was born in a manger? People say I'm strange, Does it make me a stranger, That my best friend was born in a manger? REPEAT CHORUS 2X |