Third Coming Lyrics

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.