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
You may be my messiah
I'm coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so
Bad
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
You may be my messiah
I'm coming tripping, maybe slipping
But I want you so
Bad
I know your my messiah
You may be equipped, and I'm a superman
I want you so bad
