Sweetheart I Ain't Your Christ Lyrics - Last Of The Country Gentlemen - Josh T. Pearson

I ain't your Saviour or your Christ, 

or your goddamn sacrifice 

And when I said I'd give my life, 

I weren't talking suicide 

And I'm so tired of tryin' to make it right 

for a girl who just won't come to the light 

night after night after night after Christ haunted night 

And how you bring your gifts to me, 

tied up and bound in their bows of pink, 

and gently place them at my feet 

like I'm some dying Christmas tree 

And fall down to your sexy knees, 

gently fold your hands and plead 

for me to suck out some disease I can't even begin 

to see 

You don't need a lover or a friend 

You need a God and not a mortal man 

Woman you need born again, again 

You need a Saviour and i just am not him. 

Sweetheart, I ain't your Christ (x3)