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.