Jesus, Jesus
Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem isWith the world and all the people in it?Because I've been hearing stories about the end of the worldBut I'm in love with a girl and I don't wanna leave herAnd the television screams such hideous thingsThey're talking about the war on the radioThey say the whole thing's gonna blowAnd we will all be left aloneNo we'll be dead and we won't know what hit us
Jesus, Jesus, if you're up there won't you hear me‘Cause I've been wondering if you're listening for quite a whileAnd Jesus, Jesus, it's such a pretty place we live inAnd I know we fucked it up, please be kindDon't let us go out like the dinosaursOr blown to bits in a third world warThere are a hundred different things I'd still like to doI'd like to climb to the top of the Eiffel TowerLook up from the ground at a meteor showerAnd maybe even raise a family
Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love youBut they have treated me so goddamn meanAnd I know you said ‘forgive them for they know not what they do'But sometimes I think they doAnd I think about youIf all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well?What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers?What about me and all my friends?Are we all sinners if we sin?Does it even matter in the end if we're unhappy?
Jesus, Jesus, I'm still looking for answersThough I know that I won't find them here tonightBut Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time?And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it outAnd maybe then I'll understand what it's all about