Life of a storm. Son of a gun.
There goes he fall, against that wall.
But he won't cry, in fact he'll try.
To win the world. Diamonds and gold.
YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME
BUT I'M RELIGIOUS
COS I'VE SEEN A
PUNK ROCK JESUS
He wears that black. Carry on brat.
He ain't a loser, nor even a poser.
He is a punk, he had seen a slums.
Is he drunk. Look how he jumps.
YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME
BUT I'M RELIGIOUS
COS I'VE SEEN A
PUNK ROCK JESUS
Well he can fly. Wait! I'll try.
What? I can't fly. But he is in sky.
Seems like illusion, he ain't a human.
Motivation. I'm his creation.
YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME
BUT I'M RELIGIOUS
COS I'VE SEEN A
PUNK ROCK JESUS
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