Vexed

Pay your respects to a greater intellect

You're just a pawn, does this confession turn you on?

I know your kind, you'd do me from behind

And when everybody stares, their eyes will bare the sharpest glare



Everybody knows beneath your clothes

Starring at your toes is just a pose

Everybody good knows how hard you blow

Everybody knows



You did me wrong, I grinned and played along

Those days are gone, does this confession turn you on?

I'd see you stoned, lawn chair to gilded throne

You cut your tiny ties and now you're dangling by a lie



Everybody knows beneath your clothes

Starring at your toes is just a pose

Everybody good knows how hard you blow

Everybody knows



You think you're Jesus Christ

You're not my Jesus Christ