Jesus was a zombie. Jesus was a zombie, yeah. Jesus was a zombie. Back from the dead just like me. He is dead, but he's walking. Walking just like you and me. He came back and he's talking. Talking shit like you and me. We are the same, Mr. jesus and I. A testament of the living dead. Stay at home mother, it's all the same. He was dead, yet back he came. He got nailed, nailed to a cross. Paid the price for his glorified cause. I cannot blame him for coming back to life. It's much more fun in the afterlife. I can feel him lurking in dark. I can hear him walking in the shadows. It's not simple getting use to the slushies. I will guide him, through the fields of disposable heads. Jesus was a zombie. Jesus was a zombie, yeah. Jesus was a zombie, back from the dead, just like me.

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