Jesus Stole My Baby

Jesus stole my baby, Jesus stole my girl

He took her away for an hour every Sunday

And cut all of her beautiful curlsShe was always easy seven days of the week

Now she's a bore and I've seen it before

She thinks it gives her some kind of mystiqueSaid that she just wants to save me

Said you can't go on the way that you are

She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends

Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitarAnd it's a long time since she was mine, pretending I am fine

Another simple boy on the telephone line

And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free

She takes it all so goddamn seriouslyWell, I've always been in love with her treasure

But she might as well be locked up in chains

When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low

I'm bursting from my feet to my brainsNow if I could only talk to this Jesus

I'd tell him just how lonely I've been

I'd ask him to send home my baby again

So she can see what kinda state I've been inJesus stole my baby so maybe I should steal his

She used to be mine now she's so dull and divine

May not be nice but that's the way that it isAnd I'm lost here among the clowns, Jesus men in gowns

All sandals and out of tune guitars

And she talks in terrified tones of skeleton bones

Screaming through a mangled microphoneAnd it's a long time since she was mine, pretending I am fine

Another simple boy on the telephone line

And though she is living here with me I'm aching to be free

She takes it all so goddamn seriously