Donnie Vie — Jesus in Drag lyrics

Lyrics

Help me understand
This sultan of the sand
This poor misguided man
Who is barely alive
Effortless and free
as far as I can see
he’ll frolic happily
in the mud and the slime
blessed are the meek
a lesson to the freak
and don’t forget the weak
are the first ones to cry
when washed up on the shores
are racketeers and whores
who left us to explore
any trail in our minds
and he walks around like Jesus in drag
in a night gown and platforms
And a black leather bag
With a 40oz gospel
In its newspaper sack
In his search for believers that will follow him back…
Yea, he walks around like Jesus in Drag…
He only masturbates
Says sex is overrated
To hide away the hurt
And the hate in his heart
Cant afford a room
He’s playing to the moon
He writes another tune
That could make him a star
Wont accept the call
So he’s talking to the walls
And doesn’t have the balls
To get in a fight
Trapped in yester year
He sheds another tear
But cant get out of here
For the rest of his life
and he walks around like Jesus in drag
in a night gown and platforms
And a black leather bag
With a 40oz gospel
In its newspaper sack
his search for believers that will follow him back…
Yea, he walks around like Jesus in Drag…
Hell in his eyes
when he’s facing the enemy
Wears a disguise
on his face to pretend to be
Cunning and wise
which is something he’ll never be
selling himself as the king of the world…
Yea, Help me understand
This sultan of the sand
This poor misguided man
Who’s been buried alive
and he walks around like Jesus in drag
«Holy water"and «incense»
for whiskey and crack
Got a 40oz gospel
In its newspaper sack
In his search for believers to follow him back…
Yea, he walks around like Jesus in Drag…
Yea, he walks around like Jesus in Drag.