One of these days he's gonna crucify himself
The ultimate sacrifice for our sins (but mostly his own)
No, he can't turn water to wine, water to wine
But he's got a two-in-one deal on mortal sins
The pompous pride fats him through gluttony

The enlightened multitasker can chew gum and walk on water
The traitor and the martyr

There's a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
There's a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
He's singin'
He's swingin'
From the ceilin'
Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT!

There's an art school in heaven
Filled with afterlife geniuses
Failed Houdinis and rebels without souls
The disappearing men

You say he cheated death and I say he cheated life
You say he fought and lost and I say he left the fight

There's a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
There's a dead guy on the stereo
On the stereo
On the stereo
He's singin'
He's swingin'
From the ceilin'
Sing it! Sing it! Sing it! SING IT!

And he had such a pretty mouth!
But those words
They don't seem so brave now