Repent, repent, repent ye sinners

What do you think you got, when you thought you had a lot
But all your feelings are dead?
And who do you think you are, when you're reaching for the stars
But all your feelings are dead?

Must you make a decision, between sex and religion
Why can't you love God in your bed?

Chorus:
Well, Jesus Christ is in your bed tonight, to bring you back from the dead

How are you gonna fight for what you think is right
If all your feelings are dead?
And what can you know of love, from the eyes of a child to the heavens above
When all your feelings are dead?

It's a tragic condition, sex and religion, makin' a manic mess in your head

(chorus)

Jesus Christ, or any son of the heatless light
When all your feelings are dead

Resurrection!

I raise my hands high up into the air
Get down on my knees and start-a-prayin'
When love walks in, my body begins
I feel my promised land comin', but I gotta go to Hell now
And those creatures, evangelist preachers
The ones that take money, for the promise of hope
Well, they are dangerous, I'm not dangerous
Brain washing us, and we're not gonna take it

(Solo)

I just wanna know, oh, Lord, how it is so
How is it that you can take my sins away?
Oh, Lord tell me, so I can see the light again
I don't think anybody can take my sins away

How can the truth be known, if we got little black holes in our souls
And all our feelings are dead?

Are we imprisoned by sex and religion
Or is God the one that's trapped in our mess?

(chorus)

Jesus Christ, or any son of the heatless light
To bring you back from the dead

So remember now folks, when you kneel to pray
Blow a little kiss to the hypocrites
Good God knows when you turn the other cheek
Which direction you're pointing it


[Holy shit. Holy Jesus Christ, I hurt your brain, hah, Great God, Steve, oh
My fingers are numb, right now
Yeah, they're numb
Can I deprive my brain of oxygen?]