Senorita Beefeater Lyrics

Kilgore Senorita Beefeater

Everyone's footsteps pound like hammers to my brain And all the lives I've broke And all that remains Everything, everyone around me reminds me Of my sins If I was Mr. Turtle Man I'd pull my head back in I'm not your Jesus I'm not your Here in my shell, alone I dwell My so called friends come with pitchforks And drag me off to hell ?Cuz I made too many promises That I can't alter I may look like your Jesus But I can't walk on water I'm not your Jesus I'm not your False, indifference Not really here right Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns Could've been the leader of the master race Or a Greek poet before I was born My soul is not my own It's shared with a thousand fading dreams Exposed to the naked eye is why I'm always picked last on the team I'm not your Jesus I'm not your