God Attack

It's been twenty centuries since Jesus Christ
twenty long lives, not long,
and now he's back!
It's a god god god god attack!
Save me!
Heal me! Bless me! Feel me!

Don't you wish you can walk on water
like him, well that was always
speculation.
He's a total sensation.
On all the T.V. talk shows all over the talkless nation.
First he died,
and now he's back.
It's a god god god god attack.

"Children mine" he says.
Talks of the meek, he must be
a genuine gent.
His horoscope meant he was destiny
itself. Perfect and free.
Clean as can be.
Kiss me! Cure me! Save me!

Top pop action all over the charts.
So gorgeous it smarts.
"Snap!" say the cameras.
The sceptics all doubt
but we all believe.
The masses all shout!
Calloo Callay the fireworks crack
because he died and now he's back!
The son is up, the world's on track.
It's a total god god god god attack.

The old man points.
The girls all scream.
The atmosphere is love and steam.
A man is here who's found the knack
It's a total attack.

He spoke to me.
He touched my hand.
Holy me my holy land.
The crowds all chant and sing and stand.
He saw me with his cobalt eyes
of deepness, fire and sea and sand.
Shocks of pleasure ride my back.
I'm under attack.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.