Well, you say: He's weak, he's a super freak
Don't believe that he came
You said: 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, to come back
King of kings, the angels sing
I think the sky has cracked

And that's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus
That's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus

Get high to remember, take a drink to forget; it's all profanity
Still got him on a cross, your heart is lost
You nail him to a hippie tree
You say: Light my fire — full desire
Don't you die on me, babe, don't you die
The rope is slipping and you're voodoo tripping
And you're not a pretty sight to see

And that's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus
That's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus

Freaking out!

(Yeah, this ain't 1969 in USA
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, and I don't wear tie-dyed shirts either
No, I sure don't, and I don't dif 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
Power in the blood
Seek and you 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 tell you now, I show you how
The shining glory

And that's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus
That's the way you see him
That's the way you see him
That's the way
Psychedelic Super Jesus

Jesus!

Freak out
Go
Oh, oh
It's 1960 all over again, we got tie-dyes again, oh no