Gilanares - drugstore Jesus Lyrics

Bought a cross at the pharmacy down the block
Called him drugstore Jesus
Not exactly sure why they 'em in stock
But I guess it was convenient
And it reminded me of you
If Jesus dyed his hair and got tattoos,
I could buy you at Walgreens with a coupon from last June
And oh, how perfectly it fits
'Cause obviously you're God and I'm your bitch
I'm just glad I found you drugstore Jesus
I'm just glad I found you drugstore Jesus
Oh, you're a masochist
One of the dirty kinds
That's why you asked for this
To numb out your hurting mind
Oh, you're a masochist
A begs-me-for-mercy guy
One of the dirty kinds
But I'm not the first to find
Drugstore Jesus
You're not a prophet, you're just a man
Drugstore Jesus
You're not the next coming of Christ, but maybe I am
I'm analyzing your movements
I can tell what you're doing
I'm reading your body language 'til I'm fluent
I'm analyzing your movements
I can tell what you're doing
And if you're God, then prove it
If you're God, then prove it
Then prove it
Drugstore Jesus
You're not a prophet, you're just a man
Drugstore Jesus
You're not the next coming of Christ, but maybe I am
You're a curse, you're a fraud
You're the smoke, the mirrors, and the fog
A nasty cold I caught
Runny nose, choking on my snot
You're not God
You're the smoke, the mirrors,
And you're the fog
You're the lions, you're the tigers, you're bears
And you're the forest that they haunt
You're not Jesus
You're not what I prayed for
But I'm a weak man with an itch
And you're the prettiest whore
Yeah, you're not Jesus
You're not what I prayed for
Just some cheap shit
I could find at the drugstore
You're not a prophet, you're just a man
You're not the next coming of Christ, but maybe I am