(jesus song no. 7) There you are And you stand in the rain And the rain fills your brain And it makes you think that god Was ****** up when he made this town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you drive in your car And you wish for the stars And you end up face down in the road Dead as ****
(jesus song no. 7) There you are And you stand in the rain And the rain fills your brain And it makes you think that god Was ****** up when he made this town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you drive in your car And you wish for the stars And you end up face down in the road Dead as ****
