Rough Jesus, laying in the background slain, keep calling, out from that open flame,
my skins crawling, leeches in the pouring rain, too late now to feel your burning pain.
Rough Jesus, tell me what they want from you, your knowledge, or your eyes so very blue,
keep walking, and talking about a thing or two, Rough Jesus, all this time we never knew.
Rough Jesus, sleeping on the basement floor, stop crying, we have heard it all before,
tomorrow, dead fishes wash up on the shore, I'm flying, the wings inside my mind just soar.
Rough Jesus, suicidal belly crawl, they're coming to make sure you can't get up at all,
they push you, kick you down and make you fall, Rough Jesus, pretty soon you better call on Saul.
Rough Jesus, perusing through the masquerade, in costume, the martyr that you've always played,
we watch you, lonely teardrop in a rain parade, resist them, let up and they will surely have their way.
Rough Jesus, all the prophecies are proving false, inside us, ghosts of yesterday perform their waltz,
remind me, that this was all someone else's fault, Rough Jesus, you have turned us all to pillars of salty brine.
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