Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face

The kind you'd find on someone I could save

If they don't put me away

Well, it'll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out

That everything good is happening somewhere else?

But with nobody in your bed

The night’s hard to get through

And I will die all alone

And when I arrive, I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ I’m alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

Cause this problem’s gonna last more than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die

I’m a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot?

Do I float through the ceiling?

Do I divide and fall apart?

Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land

And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you’ll come in the night like a thief

But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique

I know you think that I’m someone you can trust

But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up

So, do you think that we could work out a sign?

So I’ll know it’s you and that’s over so I won’t even try?

I know you’ll come for the people like me

But we all got wood and nails

And we turn out hate in factories

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we turn out hate in factories

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we sleep inside of this machine