A rumbling
plane and distant cars
are all that move beneath the stars.
I push my windows open wide to breathe the air.
It’s cool outside
I don’t wanna die or anything.
But Jesus ... give me back my life.
A naked fall. A thunder storm.
No television in my room.
I used to drive a motor car.
I used to wear a uniform.
I don’t wanna fight with anyone.
But Jesus give me back my life.
All the world is getting younger.
All the world is tied.
All the world is getting stronger.
All the world is singing songs like:
Na na na na na na.
Na na na
na na na.
This is how they do it.
Through the wall a baby cries
for innocence in dangerous times.
Odessa to Sebastopol,
the animals are in control.
I don’t wanna buy a cemetery.
But Jesus ... give me back my life.
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