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Pay your respects to a greater intellect Your just a pawn, does this confession turn you on? I know your kind; you'd do me from behind And when everyone stares, their eyes will bare the sharpest glare Everybody knows, beneath your clothes, staring 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 your dangling by a lie Everybody knows, beneath your clothes, staring at your toes is just a pose Everybody good knows how hard you blow Everybody knows. You think you're Jesus Christ You think you're Jesus Christ You think you're Jesus Christ You think you're Jesus Christ You're not my Jesus Christ You're not my Jesus Christ You're not my Jesus Christ You're not my Jesus Christ (Thanks to Katsumi for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania