I'm Jesus Christ I'm swinging In a gallery in France I'm the guillotine I'm terrified There will be no second chance And cowardice is prettiest in a nice dress From high command, I feel the need To confess In the morning In the evening I keep trying, Lord, I'm trying In the morning In the evening I keep trying, Lord, I'm trying But I've never known myself But then I've never claimed to know I do this for my health Breathing the dust Of an inferno Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I'm Joan of Arc I'm dying Just waiting for your call I'm watching The Real Housewives And crawling up the walls This heart of mine's a glorified abscess In high demand, I feel the need To confess In the morning In the evening I keep trying, Lord, I'm trying But I've never been myself And that, I've always seemed to know And I'm drinking to your health Drinking the dust Of an inferno Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I've never seen myself And I hope I never know I'm nothing but a shell Nothing but dust In an inferno Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
