Jesus, Jesus could you tell me what the problem is
with the world and all the people in it
because i've been hearing stories about the end of the world
and i'm in love with a girl and i don't want to leave her
the television screen says the most hideous things
they're talking about the war on the radio
they say the whole things gonna blow and we will all be left alone
no, we'll be dead and we won't know what hit us
Jesus, Jesus if you're up there won't you hear me
because i've been wondering if you're listening for quite awhile
Jesus, Jesus such a pretty place we live in
and i know we've fucked it up, but please be kind
don't let us go out like the dinasours
or blown to bits in a third world war
there are a hundred different things i'd still like to do
i'd like to climb to the top of the eiffel tower
look up from the ground under a meteor shower
and maybe even raise a family
Jesus, Jesus there are those that say they love you
but they have treated me so god-damned mean
and i know you said 'forgive them for they know not what they do'
but sometimes i think they do, and i think about you
if all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well?
what about the muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers?
what about me and all my friends, are we all sinners if we sin?
does it even matter in the end if we're unhappy?
Jesus, Jesus i'm still looking for answers
and i know that i won't find them here tonight
Jesus, Jesus could you call me if you have the time?
maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out
maybe then i'll understand what it's all about...
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i love noah gundersen.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Jesus, Jesus...
Posted by hannah at 8:02 PM
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