In the hallway Jesus wept At His fat, balding adepts It was never in doubt When the Word went out From far and near God’s messengers appeared
Step on a crack and break your back Beelzebub cut me some slack Use thistle and twine To bristle and bind Taut walls ‘round these thieves Who burst, and burn, and bleed
Ring a bell and go to Hell I would if I could stand the smell And while I’m below Tell all you know Drop bombs, throw spears On all who persevere
R. M. Goetz - vocals, lead & rhythm guitars, keyboards, bass Jennifer Schmidt - drums & percussion Rob Rayshich - keyboards
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Jesus Wept He's hot in the red states, eternally on the comeback trail, but Divine ennui sets in. The profit-driven adoration thing just doesn't jazz Him the way it did in Constantine's time, and these evangelicals are just such morons... Although it's way too controlled, this song is sort of my Replacements' tribute, with (hopefully) Stinsonian lead guitar.
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