Something, or nothing
has stolen your soul
you know the truth
but you haven't told
at least the devil
thought to suggest
you might be worth something
fingered your flesh
cause it's nice to feel
your worth someone's time
cause what really counts
is what is inside

To tell the truth
thought there'd be more
the ache of the exile
the scorn of the whore
you're already evil
you've done nothing wrong
dance to the tune
but you didn't write the song

Tell Jesus

Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
walked ten roads to Galilee,
tell Jesus I'm dead.

He builds the hour glass,
we hold it up,
He pours His holy grains of sand
til we've had enough.

Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
mine is the most sinful life
I've ever led.

Go up a child,
come back a man.
Stay away til there's hair on your chest and
blood on your hands.

Jesus, I'm tired.
Tell Jesus I said,
walked ten roads to Galilee,
tell Jesus I'm dead.