All come crashing down, your desperate icon
You've got to gob on your desperate icon
You'll all come crashing in, your desperate icon
You've got to gob on your desperate icon.
Am I a god, or am I Jesus?
Am I a man, or am I a boy?
Do I feel love, or just possession?
Do I feel holy, or nothing at all?
You can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine
And you can't deny that your shit just tastes as sweet as mine, sweet Jesus.
