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Jesus in Leather Video (MV)




Performed By: Shadow Snakes
Length: 2:16
Written by: Steven Sindoni




Shadow Snakes - Jesus in Leather Lyrics




Straining your eyes for devils
Prophets to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king
Old and jealous gods to mend your wounds and forgive your sins
So lash your back while you sing your favorite f*cking hymns

Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate

Straining your eyes for devils
A prophet to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king

Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate

Straining your eyes with doubt
No prophets to share the blame
You've found your f*cking lies
An empty throne with no king
No love from gods to mend your wounds
To forgive your f*cking sins
So keep lashing your back while you sing your favorite f*cking hymns

The masochists dream of the divine
They pass the baskets to hold their place in line
The masochists dream of the divine

The masochists cover their sad, bad, black, blue, and broken hearts with Sunday's best
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Straining your eyes for devils
Prophets to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king
Old and jealous gods to mend your wounds and forgive your sins
So lash your back while you sing your favorite f*cking hymns

Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate

Straining your eyes for devils
A prophet to share the blame
You've been searching far and wide
For a saviour to call your king

Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate
Spiritual masochist, holy flagellate

Straining your eyes with doubt
No prophets to share the blame
You've found your f*cking lies
An empty throne with no king
No love from gods to mend your wounds
To forgive your f*cking sins
So keep lashing your back while you sing your favorite f*cking hymns

The masochists dream of the divine
They pass the baskets to hold their place in line
The masochists dream of the divine

The masochists cover their sad, bad, black, blue, and broken hearts with Sunday's best
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Writer: Steven Sindoni
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