Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone I could save If they don't put me away Well, it'll be a miracle Do you believe you're missin' out That everything good is happening somewhere else? But with nobody in your bed The night's hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won't know anyone Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend. Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot? Do I float through the ceiling? Do I divide and fall apart? 'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark And the ship went down in sight of land And at the gates, does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know you're coming in the night like a thief But I've had some time alone to hone my lying technique I know you think that I'm someone you can trust But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up (everyone now) So do you think that we could work out a sign So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try I know you're coming for the people like me We all got wood and nails And tongue-tied at hate factories We all got wood and nails And tongue-tied at hate factories We all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine
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