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To put these lyrics in their proper context, you have to envision me driving on some freeway through the mountains, screaming these rhythmically challenged words in a grating voice and at the top of my lungs.
The first part is a bright, hopeful, playful banter while the latter part is a disillusioned, grunge Jesus.
Content Type: Lyrics
Content Created: November 2004
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I witnessed Jesus in the shower
In an Herbal Essence lather
I think I saw his lips move, intoning
I'm making it rain just for you
Somebody saw Jesus in a bar last night
Changing water to wine
Or maybe a local beer? hard to tell
It was pretty dark in there
Jesus, did Moses part the Red Sea
Around some arid tract in the Mojave
Water held-at-bay is hard to see
With tracts undulating endlessly
Was that Mary in a cloud over Mexico
Or, a silver alien craft
And, who beamed you up through scattered clouds
Three days after your death
Last night I was praying, say Jesus
Why don't you come 'round here no more?
And a pensive voice answered,
Or asked, you've got to be kidding, right?
I said, say Jesus, no we all want to know
Why don't you come around here no more?
And Jesus beckoned me to rise
And told me to listen close
And he said ...
Fuck no! I ain't comin' round here no more
Haven't you read the news?
You've got Muslims fighting the Jews
You've got some honkeys over here
Fighting some Muslims over there
And some podunk tribes have high yield bombs
And nobody really cares
But, if you want advice then live your life
Like you would when you're saved
And I don't mean lying to and cheating on your friends,
Or killing, or maiming, or hurting other people
Because they're not the same
If you want advice then live your life
Like you'd expect to live with me
Instead of wailing an hour a week
Before a gilded shrine supposed to represent
Whatever your religion calls me
And save your tithe for your own family
And your own beneficiaries
It's robbery to charge ten-percent
While pretending to talk to me
All I'm saying is you won't see
The Holy Ghost, the Virgin Mary, or Me
In a cloud, or a shadow, or baked inside,
A piece of pie or fruity candy.
Don't be the short, fat, bald guy
Making his skanky mom a saint; she ain't
So, fuck no! I ain't comin' round here anymore
Not until everyone lives their lives
Like they'd live them as if they were saved
And I don't mean lying to and cheating on each other
Or screwing over neighbors and friends
But you're mistaken if you think
I'll show up again, and go and get myself killed
At least not until you're in the ground
And I know it's safe
So, fuck no! I ain't coming round here no more.
Don't you see the way you treat each other
A lot of the time in my name?
You lot can forget about special dispensation
When you hoard for a rainy day
All I'm asking is that you live your life
Like you'd live when you're saved