Wishing Well, And / Or Baby's First Protest Song
There's a hole in the wall
Where the men can see it all
But when your spirit starts to fall
It'll come at such a cost
It'll come at such a cost
But you want to be free
Not just colored in with green
But they'll never see the light
Because they've never paid the price
No, they've never paid the price
Well I hope there's no money in heaven
Ya I hope there's no money in heaven
But I can surely tell looking in a wishing well
That there'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
Well I'm sorry that you're sick
But have you had enough of it?
Take my body that you own
But my mind you can't control
No, my mind you can't control
But whatever helps you sleep at night
Because Hollywood loves Jesus Christ
They'll take everything you believe
And just colors it in with green
Colors it in with green
Well I hope there's no money in heaven
Yes I hope there's no money in heaven
But I can surely tell looking in a wishing well
That there'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
HELL
Let's sell out
Johnny likes to make his bed
He thinks he's off the suffering
Why's he keep it so clean?
It's better when he brush his teeth
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Is it money?
Is it drugs?
Is it sex?
Is it sex is a drug
Is it sex is a drug
Is it sex is a drug
Is it love?
Is it love?
Johnny likes to make his bed
He lets these girls get through his head
Where the men can see it all
But when your spirit starts to fall
It'll come at such a cost
It'll come at such a cost
But you want to be free
Not just colored in with green
But they'll never see the light
Because they've never paid the price
No, they've never paid the price
Well I hope there's no money in heaven
Ya I hope there's no money in heaven
But I can surely tell looking in a wishing well
That there'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
Well I'm sorry that you're sick
But have you had enough of it?
Take my body that you own
But my mind you can't control
No, my mind you can't control
But whatever helps you sleep at night
Because Hollywood loves Jesus Christ
They'll take everything you believe
And just colors it in with green
Colors it in with green
Well I hope there's no money in heaven
Yes I hope there's no money in heaven
But I can surely tell looking in a wishing well
That there'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
There'll be some in hell
HELL
Let's sell out
Johnny likes to make his bed
He thinks he's off the suffering
Why's he keep it so clean?
It's better when he brush his teeth
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Tell me who you love
Is it money?
Is it drugs?
Is it sex?
Is it sex is a drug
Is it sex is a drug
Is it sex is a drug
Is it love?
Is it love?
Johnny likes to make his bed
He lets these girls get through his head
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Patrick Conerton
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