Feeble Jesus - Seafieldroad
He's the image of you but without the scars
He got the beard to aty
Took your photo to the barbers
And said make that be me
He does miracles
But you can see the strings
Lazarus is still depressed
And the wine tastes watered down
But we followed him anyway
He was the next best thing
We tested him once
We were curious to know
If he knew his bible like
He knew his game shows
He got most of it right
Got the begats in the right order
But he missed out the blood
It was like he'd been censored
Feeble Jesus show us some blood
Show us some blood boy
Feeble Jesus let's see those wounds
Let's see those wounds boy
He's got good intentions
But then you shake his hand
At slips through your fingers
Like he's made of sand
And I wonder how he'd
Take it if we all held him down
And drove nails right through
Him till he cried out loud
Till he cried out loud
Till he cried out loud
Till he cried out loud
Till he cried out loud
