Jesus Christ

Jesus Christ seems super nice

I wonder if he'd save me

I've been on the wrong side of a bunch of arguments lately

Momma, I may never come home again

Momma said, "There's nothing wrong with being happy"

Happy trails, but momma, I've been feeling so alone

Mommy said she's busy working, spending time with that other guy

But momma, I just wanna come home

"But home is where your heart is, boy, at least you've got a phone"

And Jesus Christ seems super nice

I wonder if he'd love me

How come I only wonder when I'm sad or really hungry?

Jesus Christ, you're super nice

But don't expect much from me, I

Would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing

Praise God

And other things that don't make sense to puny minds

Like ours designing roller coasters that almost always seem to fall apart

Ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun

Knowing that

That one day, you know, I fly to the sky, to the sun?

And Jesus Christ, you're super nice

So I'll write a song about it

Or that no one ever knowing for always claiming they're about it

Press "ignore"

On both sides that always claim to know that they're so sure

Or just not be a giant fucking prick and enjoy the show

I'll enjoy the show

And, and, and, and

And father, I just don't know what to make, you know

Of all these tiny specks with so much shit to fucking say

And father, I just hope that we don't fall apart and break

It'd be great if we didn't relive 1938 to '45

Man, there's just nothing we could change

If I'm not a giant prick, does that just mean that I am saved?

Jesus Christ, you're super nice

I'm sure that you could love me

Even if I don't go to church every Sunday

Jesus Christ, you're super nice

How could you let me burn?

If I'm not murdering people, then smashing their fucking urn

But Jesus Christ, you're super nice

How could you let me burn?

But if I go to hell, I'll grit my teeth and get to work