Jesus is a Rock'n'Roller, God didn't like his composure

He woke up early to create a sunrise, smoked a doobie with a little clear eyes

Sittin' sky high...

IN THE SKY

Winked at the ladies as the ladies walked by,

Sorry pops I gotta head to a show, make sure there Peroni's and a little bit a blow

Little bit a blow

Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, pops throwin big thunder strikes in my head

gotta get up, gotta tend to the people, gotta bridge the gap between the good and the evil, yeah

i guess i turn your water to wine

if i get my hands on a bottle for my collection, everybody's talking bout reflection

i think its a built up model for deception

Model for deception

Souls for collection

It's all an election

Drowin my liver in the liquor

Getting my reefer from the reaper

Preachin KRISP on the speaker

Me in my chateau, big enough, to host my disciples and a lot of women to cover up my decisions,

Looking at the cross that reflects my proposition

I know I'm gonna die

BUT IT'S ALRIGHT

Looking in the eyes of the man that takes my life

Sorry pops if I have let you down

I surfed the crowd as he lay down his crown