I don't care if it rains or freezes,
as long as I got my plastic Jesus,
sitting on the dashboard of my car.
It comes in colors pink and pleasant,
it glows in the dark 'cause is iradescent,
I will take it with me whenever I go far.
So give me my lady madonna,
dressed in rhinestones and sitting onna,
pedastal of babylony shelves,
Driving 90 but I'm not scary,
because I got my virgin Mary,
assuring me I can never go to hell.
and by the way
you know that hope will make you strange
it will make you afraid of change
and often blame
and the ones that fill the frame
i turn it up but then i turn it off
about the hurting and killing
whose shoes are we filling
we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
we gotta rewind and start it up again
ain't there nothing sacred anymore nananananananan…
somebody saw him jump
but bobody saw him slip
now he's lying the freeway in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one
optimistic hypocrite
that didn't have the nerve to quit
ain't there nothing sacred anymore