Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When Jesus Gets a Brand New Name, artist - Jim White. Album song Wrong-Eyed Jesus!, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Record label: LUAKA BOP
Song language: English
When Jesus Gets a Brand New Name |
Damn them dogs is really smart |
Think I’d better lose the snowshoes |
Thought the skid marks on the road’d throw them off |
But damn them dogs is smart |
And on Devil’s Island of the heart |
You can’t afford to make a big mistake |
You gotta plan your jail break carefully |
Very carefully! |
And them crickets chirping in my hair |
They’re about to drive me smack insane |
I don’t know quite who put 'em there |
But everytime I hear 'em it sound just like; |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
Now I’m hiding in a funky shadow |
I see a TV show through the window |
There’s lawyers riding in a speedboat |
They’re solving cases on the ocean |
I’m going over the waterfalls |
I’m a lamb to the slaughter ya’ll |
Better duck because that flying thing |
Is coming back this way! |
I tell you what the hay! |
Friggin A! |
A certified genius couldn’t do it better |
You disagree? |
Well, that’s okay, we’ll notify you with a letter! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
Golden dust, golden bones, golden opportunities |
You flush 'em all down the rusty drain |
Better laugh, boy, before you feel the pain |
And get yourself good and saved |
Make sure that you are well behaved; |
You should part your hair |
You should shine your shoes |
You should say your prayers |
You should pay your dues |
You do heart surgery with a hammer |
Then you lock 'em all up in the gospel slammer |
'Till there’s nothing left for this corpse to say |
Except «Drag my stinking butt away!» |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
My friends; |
Cross your fingers, cross your hearts |
'Cause they’ve ripped that sucker clean apart |
And don’t catch my whole guitar on fire |
As you embrace the lips of my wild desire |
Now you’re messing with my superstition |
Hey, what about the Inquisition?! |
Yeah I like 'em big, like 'em chunky |
I like 'em pasty faced, like a superjunky |
You steal the water from the well of love |
It’ll sit in your tummy like O.J.'s glove |
So don’t you give me none |
Of that dadgummed shango |
'Cause I know that it takes two to tango! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |
When Jesus gets a brand new name! |