From the recording voice memos

Lyrics


White Jesus, save me
from this corporate hell
my landlords a vampire and my own boss can’t spell
Those sweet blue eyes and that nice Hollywood tan
Can’t you work some magic for a good blue collar man?

White Jesus, save me
I’ve been getting tired
the red hats and the bureaucrats
the whole damn worlds on fire
White Jesus, save me
The kids are doing drag
You’re on my tshirt and my bumper and my American flag

Come on back
With a gun and a grin
Bless the suburbs and wipe us of our sin
Come on man
I know you understand
I got a prayer in my mouth and a pink slip in my hand

White Jesus, save me
The churches turned to banks
All my hard earned money is building brand new tanks
The preachers all in gucci selling heaven to the boys
could you send out a miracle for the faithful unemployed?

White Jesus, save me
From this healthcare plan
You’re the only one who feels the suffering of man
White Jesus, save me
Was found but now I’m lost
Healing is a product and dying is a cost

Come on back
With a gun and a grin
Bless the suburbs and wipe us of our sin
Come on man
I know you understand
I got a prayer in my mouth and a pink slip in my hand


white Jesus, save me
There’s something in the air
The fridge is humming empty and I cannot eat a prayer
You fed thousands
Fish and bread
I guess there’ll be more to eat in heaven when I’m dead

My premiums rose like rent in June
So Im begging for mercy underneath the blood red moon