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

 

 

 

 

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.