Don’t wear a crown of thorns Got no holes in my hand Don’t accuse me of that crime Don’t hang me up to dry
It’s not me It’s not me It’s not me Don’t wanna die for your sins Got no special powers Sacrifice and sacrilege Hey man, I wanna live
I’m not Jesus I can’t heal you
Taste my blood It doesn’t taste like wine Can’t you see This cross isn’t mine Judas must die For what he has done Satan’s watching With his gun
It’s not me It’s not me It’s not me
Father, Son and Holy Ghost Say your prayers — it’s your only hope Twelve apostles can’t help you now I’ll be back to stake my ground
I’m not Jesus I can’t heal you I’m not Jesus I can’t heal you
Pater noster, qui es in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum. Adveniat regnum tuum. Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra. Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie, et dimitte nobis debita nostra sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris. Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo. Amen.
Don’t wear a crown of thorns Got no holes in my hand Don’t accuse me of that crime Don’t hang me up to dry
I’m not Jesus I can’t heal you I’m not Jesus I can’t heal you