Personal Jesus

Why would I talk?
Just stick your guns, don’t die
And fire them often
Seems like everyone’s gun shy
In the evening
Sun goes down, her hair goes up
Give me some’ to believe in
No more doubts about when you’ll come
Be my personal Jesus
I can reconcile
You can give new life to me like it’s Ephesians
I could stretch it out
I could provide sex for less if you’re a little hedonistic
See how deep this gets
On some theism shit
On my knees I repent
I would bleed from my wrists
To relieve you of sickness
I’d give three of my ribs
If it means you existed
I see you still when I close my eyes
You can close your heart I’ll just open mine
As I dive in deep to your ocean eyes..
You could stare at the sun and you won’t go blind
Why would I stop?
I’ve come way too far this time
Upside cross
Send me to the dogs that died
Why would I stop?
Just stick your guns, don’t die
And fire them often
Seems like everyone’s gun shy
In the evening