Jesus Is Dead

Each night I pray that I'll meet God

Under the worry of my thoughts, uh-huh

Nothing better than to be

All phantom thread with somebody, so nice

A kid I used to babysit drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench, uh-huh

Uh-huh, oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back, start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world

I saw exactly what I asked for

I'm the well adjusted herb, uh-huh

A teenage girl just sized me up

It's something I don't wanna discuss, uh-huh

What's wrong? Oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back, start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world

Jesus is dead and so's New York

I built a place right down the shore, it's nice

Do you remember DFA, Misshapes, and oh, the great Longwave?

I do, and I miss it all the time

Tell them to grease the wheels

Flip the hourglass, start up the steal

I'm not the man who sold the world

We drove forever and the venue herbs

Took all of our money and all of our merch, fuck off

So let's make it Bleachers, make it shore

The louder you scream, the harder he blows

You know what I mean

Texas man cause a scene

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back, start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world