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Old Jesus Radio
This is a new song
So jesus got put in a plastic package
and Lizzy, you’re such a sexpot when you’re angry;
yes, your skin rises and you’re bristling,
and I once was alive but now I’m just dealing,
wasting and collecting spare thoughts to believe in.
So jesus got put in a bottle of piss
and they called it modern art and I’m trying to figure out if I agree,
but I banged on a trashcan and called it music, so I guess that it’s ok.
All your other lovers stand so big in the shadowy red lamplight, but I,
I am the light, I made the walls and the rusty springs
that cut your dreams to the right size,
that make you pant and make you pray;
oh Lizzy I was once alive but now I’m just taking up space.
I hear noise through the walls,
I see you in my dreams;
oh Lizzy, you were in another song, but now you are for me.
So jesus got put on a drunk girl’s necklace
and in all these songs in nashville
and I guess that’s cool,
well doesn’t the church needs some sex and money too, these days?
Some kind of little reprieve from the stern face
that god painted upon all their priests –
you know, the ones with that weird effeminate thing.
I tire easily of writing letters, Lizzy,
but you have such a beautiful cracked doll’s face
and my slapped on grin couldn’t resist something so pretty,
and there's just something about that cross between your fingers,
and the way the lights gather and glow around your legs.
So jesus, I think about you constantly and
I've decided I have a claustrophobia around god,
because who really has that much trust to lose in belief?
Oh lizzy, you’re such a sexpot when you’re drinking;
your fingers get red and heated
and your face blends into the covers and sheets;
and into the bitter sound of those rusty springs.
I hear the dialtone unhappily,
I cast my stars away;
oh Lizzy, you were in another song, but now you are for me.
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Eat shit and poop it out, then repeat ten million times til you become a saggy old basset hound.
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