I ain't your Saviour 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 Saviour and i just am not him. Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ (x3)