Strophe 1
[Em]Sepa[C]rated, I [A]cut myself clean|From a [Em]past that comes [C]back in my [A]darkest of dreams;
[Em]Been appre[C]hended by[A] a spiritual force,|And a[Em] grace that r[C]eplaced all t[A]he me I divorced.
I saw a [Em]man with a tat(too) on his [C]big fat belly,|It [A]wiggled around like marmalade jelly.
It [Em]took me a while to [C]catch what it said,|’Cause I [A]had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head.||
[Em] »Jesus Saves » is [C]what it raved,|In a [A]typical tatoo green.
He [Em]stood on a box in the [C]middle of the city|And [A]claimed he had a dream.

Strophe 1
[Em]Sepa[C]rated, I [A]cut myself clean|From a [Em]past that comes [C]back in my [A]darkest of dreams;
[Em]Been appre[C]hended by[A] a spiritual force,|And a[Em] grace that r[C]eplaced all t[A]he me I divorced.
I saw a [Em]man with a tat(too) on his [C]big fat belly,|It [A]wiggled around like marmalade jelly.
It [Em]took me a while to [C]catch what it said,|’Cause I [A]had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head.||
[Em] »Jesus Saves » is [C]what it raved,|In a [A]typical tatoo green.
He [Em]stood on a box in the [C]middle of the city|And [A]claimed he had a dream.

Refrain
[Em]What will people [G]think when they [D]hear that I’m a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak?
[Em]What will people [G]do when they [D]find out it’s [A]tr[Bm]ue?
[Em]I don’t really [G]care if they [D]label me a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak.
[Em]There ain’t no dis[G]guising the [D]truth[A].[Bm]

Strophe 2
[Em]Kami[C]kaze, my [A]death is gain|I’ve been [Em]marked by my [C]Maker, a pe[A]culiar display;
[Em]The high a[C]nd lofty, th[A]ey see me as weak,|’Cause[Em] I won’t live a[C]nd die, for the[A] power they seek?
There was a [Em]man in the desert with [C]naps in his head,|The [A]sand that he walked was also his bed.
The [Em]words that he spoke made the [C]people assume,|There [A]wasn’t too much left in the upper room.||
With [Em]scabs on his back and [C]hair on his face,|They [A]thought he was strange by the locust he ate.
Ya see the [Em]Pharisees tripped when they [C]heard him speak,|Until the [A]king took the head of this Jesus Freak.

Strophe 2
[Em]Kami[C]kaze, my [A]death is gain|I’ve been [Em]marked by my [C]Maker, a pe[A]culiar display;
[Em]The high a[C]nd lofty, th[A]ey see me as weak,|’Cause[Em] I won’t live a[C]nd die, for the[A] power they seek?
There was a [Em]man in the desert with [C]naps in his head,|The [A]sand that he walked was also his bed.
The [Em]words that he spoke made the [C]people assume,|There [A]wasn’t too much left in the upper room.||
With [Em]scabs on his back and [C]hair on his face,|They [A]thought he was strange by the locust he ate.
Ya see the [Em]Pharisees tripped when they [C]heard him speak,|Until the [A]king took the head of this Jesus Freak.

Refrain
[Em]What will people [G]think when they [D]hear that I’m a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak?
[Em]What will people [G]do when they [D]find out it’s [A]tr[Bm]ue?
[Em]I don’t really [G]care if they [D]label me a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak.
[Em]There ain’t no dis[G]guising the [D]truth[A].[Bm]

Pont
[Em]People say I’m [G/F]strange, does [A/F]that make me a stranger, That [Em]my best [G/F]friend was [A/F]born in a [Em]manger. (2x)

Refrain
[Em]What will people [G]think when they [D]hear that I’m a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak?
[Em]What will people [G]do when they [D]find out it’s [A]tr[Bm]ue?
[Em]I don’t really [G]care if they [D]label me a [A]Jesus [Bm]Freak.
[Em]There ain’t no dis[G]guising the [D]truth[A].[Bm]

Étiquette
[Em]What will people [G]think ([D]What will [A]peo[Bm]ple think) [Em]What will people [G]do ([D]What will [A]peo[Bm]ple do)
[Em]I don’t really [G]care ([D]What else [A]can [Bm]I say) [Em]There ain’t no dis[G]guising the [D]truth (Jesus [A]is [Bm]the [Em]way)