Woke up one year back in '93 A billion people looking up at me I was floating high up in the sky They would have shot me but they heard me cry Don't shoot, I'm the messiah I come from heaven to deliver your souls Don't shoot, I am your saviour God told me to tell you he was still in control Something's wrong with my time machine I'm back in times with God and gasoline To a man of this place and time A floating man would seem quite Nazarene I don't apologize for what I said I had to trick them or they'd shoot me dead Its not their minds its the guns I dread I'm immune to AIDS but not to lead But now they treat me like the son of God Unwitting victims of my holy fraud Hail, hail, the return of the new born king Let the bells of the churches ring Hail, hail, resurrection of the son of god He looks like Christ but his clothes are odd I walk on water and they all applaud Its just my Sony antigravity pod.
