Jesus Christ ate shit
Now thinks this life is his
What a graceless love

Mark my words, come night
He'll sport his suit and tie
Armed with painless drugs

Free me from this burn
Bugs and rodents
Cloud my judgement
Some days
Feels like always

I'm really trying to avoid you
Or at least a little bit
Okay not really I admit
You always find your way back in

I'm really trying to avoid you
Or at least a little bit
Okay not really I admit
You always find your way back in