Black Lips - Ghetto Cross

Текст песни

I saw an inbred Jesus dying on the road today
He said: «I'm tired and hungry, I can feel my teeth decay»
I thought I’d help my friend. Oh, we’re living in the USA
He said (?) to go, okay
On the devil cars that’s where my friend was slain
On the devil cars that’s where my devil was slain, yeah
Devil slain
Like all my friends (?) morning when he was dead
Hopin' on a bag of freon, he knows it’ll be his last breath
Well the inbred Jesus always makes fun on me
But that’s how he lets me know he loves me
On the devil cars that’s where my friend was slain
On the devil cars that’s where that devil was slain
Yeah, devil slain, devil slain, devil slain, devil slain