You say he's weak, he's a super freak
You don't believe that he came
You say God is dead, you lost your head
You've got Him swinging from a chain
You can be saved but you're digging your own grave
I'm begging you to come back
King of Kings, the angels sing
I think the sky has cracked
That's the way you see Him
That's the way you see Him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus

You get high to remember, take a drink to forget
It's all profanity
You still got Him on a cross, your heart is lost
Nail Him to a hippie tree
You say light my fire, full of desire
Don't you die on me
The rope is slippin' and you're voodoo trippin'
And you're not a pretty sight to see

This ain't 1969, this ain't southern California on a hot day
And I don't look good in bell bottoms, you know what I mean?
No, I sure don't, I don't wear tie dyed t-shirts either
No, I sure don't, and I don't dig those funky head bands that they used to wear
I don't like none of that stuff, you know what?
I don't even know what a eucalyptus tree is

God is love, there's power in the blood
Seek and ye will find
Today is the day, better give it away
There's no better time
Will you learn He will return?
It's no small thing to me
It's no small thing
I'll tell you now, I'll show you how
The shining glory

It's 1960 all over again
We got tie dye, oh no