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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.