Christ, I know you can't hear me, But I only did what you wanted me to. Christ, I'd sell out the nation, For I have been saddled with the murder of you. I have been spattered with innocent blood. I shall be dragged through the slime and the mud. I have been spattered with innocent blood. I shall be dragged through the slime And the slime and the slime and the mud I don't know how to love him. I don't know why he moves me. He's a man. He's just a man. He is not a king. He is just the same As anyone I know. He scares me so! When he's cold and dead will he let me be? Does he love me too? Does he care for me, oh?