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