Kilgore Smudge - Senorita Beefeater lyrics

rate me

Everyone's footsteps pound like hammers

to my brain

And all the lives I've broke

And all that remains

Everything, everyone around me reminds me

Of my sins

If I was Mr. Turtle Man

I'd pull my head back in

I'm not your Jesus

I'm not your

Here in my shell, alone I dwell

My so called friends come with pitchforks

And drag me off to hell

‘Cuz I made too many promises

That I can't alter

I may look like your Jesus

But I can't walk on water

I'm not your Jesus

I'm not your

False, indifference

Not really here right

Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns

Could've been the leader of the master race

Or a Greek poet before I was born

My soul is not my own

It's shared with a thousand fading dreams

Exposed to the naked eye is why

I'm always picked last on the team

I'm not your Jesus

I'm not your