My Messiah

Blind to the forty-five*
Ain’t no cure for a suicide mind
No more prayers for the faithless
If you can save me, baby come and save me Oh… yea
You may be my messiah
I’m coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so Bad… yea
I know your my messiah
You may be equpped, and I’m a superman
I want you so bad
I think I want you so bad
Blood dripping from my eyes
I’m not in tears from a suicide mind
No more fear of the faceless
Oh baby want me, baby want me, love me, oh Bad… yea
You may be my messiah
I’m coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so Bad… yea
I know your my messiah
You may be equipped, and I’m a superman
I want you so bad
Blind to the forty-five*
Ain’t no cure for a suicide mind
No more prayers for the faithless