Christlike — текст песни (The Roches)

He wants to be Christlike and never be jealous
So he lets her go on about all the other fellas
But the animal in `em awakes with a growl
and a skin `em cannibal scowl
Skin `em cannibal scowl

And a swing from the trees with his teeth like a chainsaw
Come near me I`ll rake off your face with one paw
Watch me now I`m beating my chest like a robber
Who steals from my meat as I rend and slobber

He sits in the plaza in tunic and sandals
Watching her bent over buying the candles
And he thinks he`d like to take her from behind
Would the Scribes and the Pharisees mind?
Scribes and the Pharisees mind

A woman approached me all bent and repentant
I blessed her and set her wherever she went
Will these followers ever stop doggin` me now
That I`ve thrown off this stone and got loose somehow?

A life that you try to put into a grave
Comes back every Easter to haunt you and save
But my nature is wounded and bloodied and hung
From a cross for my sings and the sings of everyone
oh those sins of everyone.

I`m jealous goddamnit! I`m Christ and I`m jealous
And angry and sad and oh Father please tell us
I`m human and God and I`m animal too
As I listen to her going on about you