Letras
I heard that they found Jesus and they put him on the news
He said Christ, no I ain't him
And get off of my blue suede shoes
Dying's easy, comedy is hard
This is the theory of my life
Everybody wants to be born again, but me I'm just not sure
There's something in my heart
And I don't want to find a cure
Institutions seek to perpetuate themselves
You say you love the sinner but you abominate the sin
But when the sins get up and walk
They're in the same skin that I'm in
Things fall off the mountain and they roll down to the plain
And they all wash to the ocean in a million years of rain
That's the conflagration I've been counting on