My Centurion - Mystery Jets

Buddy, don’t grow up;

it’s a trap

All of the voices say you should know better than that

I’ll pick up the pieces from the floor

‘Cause, buddy, there ain’t nothing that God won’t forgive you for

Can’t you be my centurion, my centurion?

I’ll follow you everywhere you go

I’ll be the R2-D2 your C-3P0

My motivation’s good as gold

Your self-restraint is weak but I’ve got it under control

Could you be my centurion, my centurion?

Could you be my centurion, my centurion?

Save me, save me from the enemy outside

Oh won’t you bathe me, bathe me in your everlasting light

Oh won’t you save me, save me from myself

My centurion, my centurion

Your silhouette brings flesh to my fantasy

I’ll meet you at the of infidelity

Don’t stub me out with the heel of your new shoes

I’m ready to blow like dynamite, girl, now, could you light my fuse?

Could you be my centurion, my centurion?

Centurion, centurion

Oh, now I can’t believe the voice inside my head

It becomes part of me, and won’t stop until I’m dead

Until I’m dead

Save me, save me from the devil in disguise

Oh won’t you bathe me, bathe me in your everlasting light

Oh won’t you save me, save me from myself

My centurion, my centurion

My centurion

My centurion

My centurion

My centurion

My centurion