Jesus save me
Jesus save me


Can I tell you something ?
Can I tell you a story ?
It's about me and Billy

'Cause I remember

I remember it all started when he bought that car

It was the first thing he'd ever owned apart from me
And the color was red
And the color was red and he drove me

He drove me out of my mind
I'm over it now
It was spring or summer sixty five I don't remember

Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
And he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death's head

When he put me there in the back seat, and he said

Jesus save me

Jesus save me

Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say

And he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow
He could make joy come loose inside
I would feel really I would feel really and truly alive

And I would do anything for him
It just wasn't enough
It was never enough

He'd turn to me and say
He'd, he'd say "even the son of god had to die, my darling"
And he wanted everything

He wanted everything
He wanted the honey from the king
Each new moon

He used to make me pray
Every morning
Hidden in the backseat, such Jesus

He'd make me pray
And he'd in there when he wanted everything
He wanted the honey from the king

Say it
"Even the son of god had to die my darling"
Go on, say it!


Jesus save me
Jesus save me