There is no god up in the sky tonight No sign of heaven anywhere in sight All that was true is left behind Once I could see now I am blind Don't want your dreams you try and sell (This disease I give to myself.) She makes it sweeter than the sun I get too tight I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my skin right off my back I'll heal your wounds I'll set you free I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstacy Suck Suck Suck Suck I am so dirty on on the inside I am so dirty on on the inside I am so dirty on on the inside I am so dirty on on the inside A thousand lips a thousand tongues A thousand throats a thousand lungs A thousand ways to make it true I want to do terrible things to you How does it feel? (I am so dirty on...) How does it feel? (I am so dirty on...) How does it feel? (I am so dirty on...) How does it feel? (I am so dirty on...) How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? She makes it sweeter than the sun I get too tight I come undone I bow my head to confess The temple walls are made of flesh Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track Itches my skin right off my back I'll heal your wounds I'll set you free I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstacy � �