Jesus Christ Pose
Soundgarden
En memoria de Chris Cornell (1964-2017)
Lyrics:
And you stare at
me
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
Like you've been carrying a load
And you swear to me
You don't want to be my slave
But you're staring at me
Like I need to be saved
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
In your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and shroud
Like it's the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you
That I would never feed you pain
But your staring at me
Like I'm driving the nails
In your Jesus Christ pose
And you stare at me
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out like it's
The coming of the Lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water
Then to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich
Then to bury you poor
In your Jesus Christ pose
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
Like you've been carrying a load
And you swear to me
You don't want to be my slave
But you're staring at me
Like I need to be saved
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
In your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and shroud
Like it's the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you
That I would never feed you pain
But your staring at me
Like I'm driving the nails
In your Jesus Christ pose
And you stare at me
In your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out like it's
The coming of the Lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water
Then to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich
Then to bury you poor
In your Jesus Christ pose
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Letra:
Y me miras
con tu pose de
Jesucristo
con los brazos
abiertos
como si
hubieras cargado un peso
y me juraste
que no querías
ser mi esclavo
Pero tú me
estás mirando
como si
necesitaras ser salvado
En tu pose de
Jesucristo
con los brazos
abiertos
en tu pose de
Jesucristo
Espinas y un
sudario
Como si se tratara de la llegada del señor
Y te juro que
nunca te proveeré dolor
Pero me estás
observando
como si me
arrancara las uñas
En tu pose de Jesucristo
Y me
contemplas
en tu pose de
Jesucristo
con las manos
abiertas
como si se
tratara de la llegada del señor
Y te pagaría
más para caminar sobre el agua
y después para
ponerme una corona de espinas.
No me dolería
más enterrarte rico
que enterrarte
pobre
en tu pose de
Jesucristo
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