Senorita Beefeater — текст песни (Kilgore Smudge)

Everyone`s footsteps pound like hammers
to my brain
And all the lives I`ve broke
And all that remains
Everything, everyone around me reminds me
Of my sins
If I was Mr. Turtle Man
I`d pull my head back in
I`m not your Jesus
I`m not your
Here in my shell, alone I dwell
My so called friends come with pitchforks
And drag me off to hell
�Cuz I made too many promises
That I can`t alter
I may look like your Jesus
But I can`t walk on water
I`m not your Jesus
I`m not your
False, indifference
Not really here right
Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns
Could`ve been the leader of the master race
Or a Greek poet before I was born
My soul is not my own
It`s shared with a thousand fading dreams
Exposed to the naked eye is why
I`m always picked last on the team
I`m not your Jesus
I`m not your