Cool track. I really like everything about it.

Jesus bringing the good vibes. Love the production on this one. Nice work!

You're smiling at the old guys, though you're only 17.
There's a couple of more years left till you run out of your dreams.
There's a lesson somewhere there from Antioch.
They knew more dear than you've forgot.
Oh, it's just fine.
We're all just hanging on the line.

We don't need septres for distraction.
We've got enough of this to do.
We don't need un-ending in-action.
We're not all fools.
(Thank god, they cleared up all the rules)

Oh, you're dressing up in glad-rags. You want treating like a queen.
There's a pile of dirty knickers mixed with others that are clean.
You wouldn't know your Stalingrad from Crecy.
Last night is too far back In time. 
That one is mine.
We're all just trying to pass the time.

We don't take any satisfaction.
We'll get it all in the next life.
We're happy with a small redaction.
For our wives.

*** 

Looking up, we're awestruck by a prominent local landmark.
So much; waves are crashing round us as the sun is blazing down.
We run into the waves.
Nobody is saved.

***

My friend called Jesus, he's good to me.
He makes me happy, and I am free.

My friend called Jesus. He's quite the guy.
He lives in heaven, that's in the sky.

Cos, Jesus loves you. Yeah, Jesus saves.
Jesus won't chase you into your grave.

Jesus, the spirit, wandering Free.
Part comfort blanket, part entity.

I love you Jesus, just what a guy.
A magic moon man, up in the sky.

Oh, Holy Jesus, he is my friend,
He's staying right here until the end.

***

Strike back, live your life for today.
Looking back, who cares what the fathers said?
Copy that, the cats on the pavement lay down. 
At home.

Lean into the suffering in your way.
Embrace, and capture the blueest days 
Swim in, the magic in which your surroundings fall.

Claptrap, a monkey to see his face?
Y'riff raff, a pony to go away?
No chance, any of that stuff is real. 
You fools.

I smell, the feint whiff of bullshit. 
Hey, no fair! There's obstacles in the way.
Your truth is nonsense, and your eyes are wild. 


My Friend Called Jesus

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