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Jesus - By Brand New

Jesus

By Brand New

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 missing 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 pull apart?
Cause my bright, is too slight, 

To hold back all my dark

And this 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
(So throw your tongue in mine)

But I've had some time, oh Lord, 

To hone my lying technique

(I know it's so hard breathing in alone)

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust

(And you were right, I know I said you were wrong)

But I'm scared, I'll get scared 

And I swear I'll try to nail you back up

(I always said you were wrong)

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

But we all got wood and nails

And we turned out a hate factory

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we turn out hate in factories

Yeah, we all got wood and nails

And we sleep inside of this machine