You wear the crown of thorns, Baby,
And I'll nail you upon the cross
Bleed for humanity,Baby,
While I sit and get off.
Tell me how we'll all be saved
When you rise from your grave.
Sit and bleed for me, Baby,
Tell me how I'll be saved.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
You wear the crown of thorns, Baby,
And I'll nail you upon the cross
Bleed for humanity,Baby,
While I sit and get off.
Tell me how we'll all be saved
When you rise from your grave.
Sit and bleed for me, Baby,
Tell me how I'll be saved.
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