I’ve heard you pray for the fruit that you eat
While you dine with the devil on a dead end street
I’ve heard you talk the talk
Can you walk the walk
If seeing is believing then I don’t believe
You’re crazy sexy Jesus
Walking down Sunset Boulevard
Ladies crying ‘please us’
But you’re a mad man posing as the son of God
You ain’t the real thing brotha, no no
You ain’t the real thing
You ain’t the real thing brotha, no no
If seeing is believing then I don’t believe
I’ve seen ya swing from a broken string
While you crucify your brothers hanging next to thee
I’ve seen ya woah-oh glory day
But neither heaven nor your father even know your name
Cos you are crazy sexy Jesus
Walking down Sunset Boulevard
Oh, the ladies crying ‘please us’
But you’re a mad man posing as the son of God
You ain’t the real bro, no
You ain’t the real thing brotha, no no
You ain’t the real thing
Woah, if seeing is believing then I don’t believe you
Woah, Hallelujah
What’s it to ya?
Hallelujah
What’s it to ya-uh-uh?
Hallelujah
What’s it to ya?
Hallelujah
What’s it to ya?
Crazy sexy Jesus
Walking down Sunset Boulevard
People crying ‘free us’
But you’re a mad man posing as the son of God
No you are crazy sexy Jesus
Yeah you are walking down Sunset Boulevard
Everyone’s crying ‘free us’
But you’re a mad man posing as the son of God
You’re a mad man posing as the son of God
You’re a mad man posing as the son of God
