Jesus Is Dead (Explicit)

Jesus Is Dead - Bleachers

Lyrics by：Jack Antonoff

Composed by：Jack Antonoff

Each night I pray that I'll meet God

Under the worry of my thoughts

Uh huh

Nothing better than to be

All Phantom Thread with somebody

So nice

A kid I used to babysit

Drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench

Uh huh uh huh

Oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world

I saw exactly what I asked

For I'm the well adjusted herb

Uh huh

A teenage girl just sized me up

It's something I don't wanna discuss

Uh huh what's wrong

Oh yeah

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world

Jesus is dead and so's New York

I built a place right down the shore

It's nice

Do you remember DFA

Miss hapes and oh the great Longwave

I do and I miss it

All the time

Tell them to grease the wheels

Flip the hour glass start up the steal

I'm not the man who sold the world

We drove forever and the venue herbs

Took all of our money and all of our merch

**** off

So let's make it Bleachers make it shore

The louder you scream the harder he blows

You know what I mean

Tex as man cause a scene

Tell them to grease the wheels

Pull the arrow back start the appeal

I'm not the man who sold the world