Jesus

You're snortin' fenty with a Starbucks straw
Stop the jones till you don't feel at all
Take a look at the new clientele
Best get the Narcan fore you sixx yourself

Tweaking all night till the crawlies show
Your hands are shaking at the afterglow
Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer

You got nobody waiting on Valentine's Day
Want the junk you always got to pay
Think Magister gonna set you free
You'll be dead before you're twenty three

Shooting junk till your half insane
Clog up needle for a fucked up vein
Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer

Fuck all night, sleep all day
You make your money, throw it all away
You say you're going to be a smash flick star
But you've never hung around enough to find out who you really are

You used to wish for happy family
Where things were clean and you'd a place to be
You wanted things to be better now
But it just couldn't ever happen anyhow
Things have changed there's no time to see
How you could ever make it to be free
Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer

Look into Jesus, He's got the answer (and that He does, yes He does)
Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer
Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Bridges
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