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Jesus stole my baby |
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Jesus stole my girl |
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He took her away for an hour every sunday |
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And cut all of her beautiful curls |
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She was always easy seven days of the week |
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Now she's a bore and I've seen it before |
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She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique |
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Said that she just want's to save me |
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Said you can't go on the way that you are |
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She chased all my friends, |
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hurts my brain till it bends |
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Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar |
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And it's a long time since she was mine, |
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Pretending I am fine |
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Another simple boy on the telephone line |
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And she though is living here with me |
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I'm aching to be free |
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She takes it all so god damn seriously |
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Well I've always been in love with her treasure |
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But she might as well be locked up in chains |
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When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low |
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I'm bursting from my feet to my brains |
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Now if I could only talk to this Jesus |
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I'd tell him just how lonely I've been |
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I'd ask him to send home my baby again |
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So she can see what kinda state I've been in |
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Jesus stole my baby |
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Maybe I should steal his |
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She used to be mine |
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Now she's so dull and divine |
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May not be nice but thats the way that it is |
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And I'm lost here among the clowns |
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Jesus men in gowns |
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All sandals and out of tune guitars |
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And she talks in terrified tones |
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Of skeleton bones |
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Screaming through a mangled microphone |
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And it's a long time since she was mine, |
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Pretending I am fine |
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Another simple boy on the telephone line |
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And though she is living here with me |
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I'm aching to be free |
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She takes it all so god damn seriously |
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