Swinging-like silver on the tip of my thumb It's the shinny side of devil's head Toss the coin high with my eyes in the sky And the faces in the clouds look away And it clinks on a rock as it lands on the ground It's the sound of poor old Jesus' tail Looking pale and unpolished and rusty as hell I can tell when a good story sells One, two, three, four The devil's head is coming forth To make you believe If the devil is a red goat with a trident Then god is just an old man with a beard You 'd better start bowin' down in front of me Walking on water with my new pair of boots And my roots go way deep in the earth Was I worth such a big star to shine on my birth Or the shepherds that bowed down their heads? Well it's true I can turn all your piss into wine With a million dollar smile on my face Put you back on your feet, cure the blind and the sick Resurrection belongs to myself