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Jesus Christ's Supercar

by Jeebus

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1.
Somebody tell me what I’m talking about I open up my mouth and lots of shit comes out Word after word after word after useless word You want the truth? I’ll tell you what I heard How much hot air to float a lead balloon? And how much can you dig up with a silver spoon? Scoop after scoop after scoop after scoop I was born asking for it I’m entitled to my future I’m entitled to my fun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a lawyer I’m entitled to a gun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to prescriptions I’m entitled to straight As I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face I was born asking for it Smiling and nodding and squeezing us in Like bloated happy cattle in designer pens Right after left after right after left right left But I’ll get over it in just 12 steps Somebody tell me how my story ends ’Cause I don’t have the patience to go through it again Friend after friend after friend after friend I was born asking for it I’m entitled to my future I’m entitled to my fun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a lawyer I’m entitled to a gun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a refund I’m entitled to my space I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face I was born asking for it I can dump my trash and clothe the needy I can act real dumb and get off easy I can skip dessert and feed a nation I can kill a cop on my Playstation I can go online and cheat the answers I can walk two miles and wipe out cancer I can save the world but I’m still an asshole I’m entitled to my future I’m entitled to my fun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a lawyer I’m entitled to a gun I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a refund I’m entitled to my space I was born asking for it I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fat fuckin face Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth: I think I have enough to bring it all down Back corner booth, I am pimping the truth Until I have enough to bring it all down Back corner booth, you can beg for the truth And never have enough to bring it all down Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth: I was born asking for it
2.
Only A Woman 03:49
Baby, put your hand in the mouth of the lion But when his jaw clamps shut, you better not start crying Go on and let it hang, go on and let it swing One of these days, you’ll turn on the wrong motherfucker when you shake that thing And you’re only a woman You’re hair and skin You’re only a woman And they’re only men What do you expect, dear? In the bitter cold Go without a coat Jump without a parachute Talk back to the man with the gun Will they find you in the bullring wearing red? Will they find you wearing blood in the lion’s den? Call it what you want Urban camouflage Don’t dress to impress if you don’t know who you’re impressing And you’re only a woman You’re hair and skin You’re only a woman And they’re only men What do you expect, dear?
3.
Mock Cheer 02:53
When the world’s biggest dork takes the microphone When the spotlight shines on him and him alone He braces for the unknown Hand like an eyeshade to dim the flash Quick flicker nose picker picked last Flashbacks flicker past He could bomb like a locker stink bomb Like a water bomb, like an F-bomb Flaming front-door shit bomb The world’s biggest dork takes the microphone When the spotlight shines on him and him alone Stifle your collective groan and Mock cheer Let the world hear Why is he up there? I got no idea. So get your bitch on This oughtta be fun He really thinks that He’s gonna get some. All you pretty girls, you can condescend To roll your eyes back, squeal and pretend Think about your boyfriend The world’s biggest dork takes the microphone When the spotlight shines on him and him alone Stifle your collective groan and Mock cheer Let the world hear Why is he up there? I got no idea. Oh that’s precious He’s so impressive And you’re so clever Passive-aggressive Don’t have to clap with your right hands Don’t have to put him in your plans Don’t have to catch what he has Don’t have to mean it when you say he isn’t so bad Get on your knees, he’s the savior Get on your best behavior C’mon and do the freak a favor Tomorrow you can take it back and say whatever Mock cheer over here over there wave your hands in the air ’cause you care Oh, I know you don’t care. Mock cheer blue cheer blue tears of a clown All the world love an upside-down frown-lined forehead foreplay dead roll over stop drop circle circle dot dot now you got you got the cootie shot the booty hot the beauty the cuties you got the rock out with your cock out you got the Moxie got the Mock cheer Let the world hear Why is he up there? I got no idea. You cannot ruin That shit he’s doin So cut him deeper Than merely booing Don’t have to clap with your right hands Don’t have to put him in your plans Don’t have to catch what he has Don’t have to mean it when you say he isn’t so bad Half a life is lying The other half, justifying ’Cause there are no points for trying And this is not the set of arms you want to die in. It’s not the set Of arms You want To die in.
4.
I want God To kneel before me To undo my zipper for me To lick His lips And gaze In raw rabid lust at what He made. I want booze I want bitches I want your name I want your digits I want to know what you look like on me. In yellow shoes I get the blues A bullet hole, a new tattoo My belt's a piece of trash And my cravat is fuckin Vaudeville My t-shirt says "demented" And my pants say "unrepentant" And my jacket tells the world that I don't care about a jacket Make it tighter make it brighter make it hotter make it wetter make it higher make it shorter make it younger make it dumber I want booze I want bitches I want your name I want your digits I want to fuck you 'til you die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. I'll fake the Stooges I'll fake the Stones I'll fake the Dolls And the Ramones I'll fake Manhattan NME won't know the difference.
5.
1991 03:54
We are the products of coincidence Of non-events Of 1991. Rock the record stores and concert halls We know it all We rule Forevermore. Sing the ballads of the big-haired bands Throw up your hands And watch the world move on. Say goodbye and become the past The long-lost class Of '91 Yeah We were the first and the last and the only Hearing in surround sound Seeing in 3-D We discovered shopping malls. We invented rock and roll. We perfected loneliness. Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. And all the little emo kids Have no idea how the fuck it is When the radio's on But the passion is gone When the music changes and leaves you Wherever you are. We're the fashion victims of coincidence The consequence Of 1991. The pants shrank to microscopic size Now vacant eyes They mark us Dead and gone. You little fuckers get a few short years Then check back here We'll see how far you fell. 'Cause everybody ends up just like this And no one listens When you tell 'em We were the first and the last and the only Hearing in surround sound Seeing in 3-D We discovered cigarettes. We invented loneliness. We perfected rock and roll. Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. And all the little indie kids Have no idea how the fuck it is To be caught unawares In a musical chairs When the record stops and leaves you Wherever you are. Wherever you are. In 1991 they put the first man on the moon. In 1991 Columbus sailed the ocean blue. In 1991 some monkeys learned to walk upright. In 1991 God said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT" Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. Wherever you are I hope you're happier than I am. And all the little emo kids Have no idea how the fuck it is And all the little indie kids Have no idea how the fuck it is And all the little scenester kids Have no idea how the fuck it is But they'll learn How it feels to be lost Ten years out from your prime Wondering was it the people? The place? Or the time? In a hole like an outline Of someone long gone With a memory that grays to a haze After '91.
6.
Oh shit I guess I meant All those things I said Out in the parking lot on lunch break Oh shit I guess I meant The part about your smile And the way it made my heart ache Now I guess those words were only words They were the stupidest things I ever said or heard If you love someone, set them free And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever Oh shit I guess I meant All those things I said On our one-month anniversary Oh shit I guess I meant The part about the way I would lose it if you left me Now I guess those words were only words They were the stupidest things I ever said or heard If you love someone, set them free And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever And ever and ever, amen And the tide rolls out, and it won't come in again And the sun goes down, and it won't come up again Not even if you cry, call her name and catch her eye When you screw up this bad, you don't get to say goodbye. If you love someone, set them free And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever If you love someone, set them free And if they don't come back, it's 'cause there's someone better Well I set you free, yeah now how about that And if you don't come back, then you suck forever If you love someone, set them free And if they don't come back, then you're fucked forever The tide rolls out, and it won't come in again And the sun goes down, and it won't come up again Not even if you cry, call her name and catch her eye When you screw up this bad, you don't get to say goodbye.
7.
A Gray Area 03:02
Between child abuse and discipline Between free will and Ritalin Between the white fence and black neighborhood Between common law and the common good I grew up in A gray area. Between the safety catch and muzzle flash Between the salt of the earth and white trash Between an honest job and a slave wage Between the good old days and the stone age I grew up in A gray area. Public school is just around the corner Everything's fine Burger King is just around the corner Everything's fine Happiness is just around the corner Everything's fine Supermarket's just around the corner Everything's fine Shopping mall is just around the corner Everything's fine Happiness is just around the corner Everything's fine Between the man's man and the chauvinist Between the goodnight kiss and the therapist Between thoughtfulness and obligation Between respect and intimidation Between child abuse and discipline Between free will and Ritalin Between the white fence and the black neighborhood Between common law and the common good I grew up in A gray area. Public school is just around the corner Everything's fine Burger King is just around the corner Everything's fine Happiness is just around the corner Everything's fine Supermarket's just around the corner Everything's fine Shopping mall is just around the corner Everything's fine Happiness is just around the corner Everything's fine.
8.
I wet myself to Nietzche I cut my teeth on Tolstoy I studied Kama Sutra While your ex tossed off to Playboy I am the deepest puddle That you will ever walk through You need to read my Tao right now You want my karma in you I got blown by Krishna Let me show you what it felt like I got blown by Krishna Let me show you what it felt like Descartes and Marx and Moses I lined 'em up and smote 'em And comic books are infantile Unless Neil Gaiman wrote 'em A quote for every circumstance And an anecdote for every instance And a life changed by Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance I got blown by Krishna C'mon and drown me in patchouli, baby! I'm a headcase I'm a moon shot Tipping over slowly Dripping on the lowly Yeah yeah on a sable field Scarlet letters u and i I'm a talking valentine I'm a walking pickup line I'm the whole world Been there done that Read it smoked it sucked it Ate it stroked it fucked it Sure behind a black veil Wild night on a dark pony Armored in an oil slick Come and marvel at my one trick I'm a force of human nature I am apathetic Swinging from a bookshelf As divine as myself Cliff's Notes existentialist Cliff's Notes renaissance man Shooting cosmic jism That stinks of sex and blood and symbolism I got blown by Krishna Hare fucking hare!
9.
The B the D the Circle Line The 2 the 3 the 1 and 9 The 1 and 9 The 1 and 9 The PAT the MTA The LGA the JFK The JFK The JFK The Metro North the Cable Car The L-I-double-fuckin-R Double-fuckin-R I'm gonna kill you I'm gonna kill you all The BQE the GCP The Southern State the LIE The LIE The LIE The Holland and the Lincoln and the Battery The Staten Island Ferry and the Willy B The Willy B The Willy B The FDR Riverside Drive 287 95 95 Ninety-fuckin-five I'm gonna kill you I'm gonna kill you all The 2 the 3 the A the C the J the Z the 1 the 9 I'm gonna kill you I'm gonna kill you all
10.
Lazy Mary 03:25

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released October 3, 2016

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