Jesus save me
Jesus save me
Can I tell you something?
Can I tell you a story?
It’s about me and Billy
‘cos I remember, I remember it all started when he bought that car
it was the first thing he’d ever owned apart from me
and the colour was red, and the colour was red
and he drove me out of my mind –
I’m over it now
It was spring or summer ’65 I don’t remember
steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
and I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
and he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death’s head
he’d put me there in the back seat, and he’d say –
Jesus save me
Jesus save me
Inherited his father’s hate is what he’d say
and he’d cuss enough to strip the paint of heaven’s gate
but somehow he would make joy come loose inside
and I would feel really, I would feel really and truly alive
and I would do anything for him –
it just wasn’t enough
it was never enough
and he’d turn to me and say, he’d say,
Even the son of god had to die, my darling
and he wanted everything, he wanted everything
he wanted the honey from the cane
an’ he used to make me pray
kneeling in the backseat –J Jesus –
he’d make me pray
kneeling there and he wanted everything
he wanted the honey from the cane – Say it!
Even the son of god had to die my darling
Go on, say it.
Jesus save me
Jesus save me