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Jesus On An Easy Chair
The warmest sun couldn't compare to how I feel
When the chemicals wrap themselves around me
Percolating through syringes, salvation
Savior of little ol' fuckin' me.
Take enough of this to taste the sun.
And so the chemical lies in wait to
Pounce upon its latest prey
Enticing him with electric lights
And spotlight fame
And every person is standing in line
To meet this super star, the chosen one
And I feel like Jesus Christ
Feel like Jesus Christ
Feel like Jesus Christ
Sitting on an easy chair
And I feel like Jesus Christ
Feel like Jesus Christ
Feel like Jesus Christ
Basking in the yellow glow.
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