When I was born
The ground shook
The sky fell
All eyes were upon my birth
Spoon in my hand
Nobody thought I would be their savior
Grew up fast
My father was important
I had to live up to that
Got old fine
I'm now twenty-nine
And it is almost finale time
Strung up high
Taunted and laughed at
Until the last breath
Of my life
Of my life
Then I came back
I scared them all shitless
When I returned from the dead
Bows and praise
Last week they were bitching
And hitting and spitting on me
It's not their fault
They had no idea
What they were getting themselves into
Now their saved
And now all their kids kids kids kids
Kids kids kids worship me