Jesus on the Radio - Jace Everett & Amund Maarud

Congratulations on the mess you made of things I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants a bone, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost a lead, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized, objectified, you set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind, death professor 'Cause love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next Never you mind, death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high Y'all could use a doctor who's sick, who's next? Never you mind, death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so am I All could be the diamond fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want The line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want The line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Line ain't never busy Tell Him what you want Calling Him up And tell Him what you want If you're sick and can't get well Tell Him what you want If you're sick and can't get well Tell Him what you want If you're sick and can't get well Tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want If you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want If you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want If you're feeling down and out Tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Jesus on the mainline Tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want Call Him up And tell Him what you want

Unlike the mole I'm not in a hole And I can't see anyway Just like a doll I'm one feet tall But dolls can't see anyway This frozen stare The clothes and hair These make me taste like a man Tied to a door Chained to a floor An hour glass grain of sand Life in a sack Is coming back I'm like the clock I'm like the clock I'm like the clock on the wall On the wall On the wall Swim in the sea Swim inside me But you can't swim far away I never grew Covered up by you And nothing grows anyway Life in a sack is coming back I'm like the clock I'm like the clock I'm like the clock on the wall On the wall On the wall Wish you can, wish you can The way you're staring at me, babe Staring at me now I can try I can try I mustn't try (try) I mustn't try But you're making lie But you're making lie But assume we ain't talking Does it feel good?