Jesus Is Dead

Bleachers

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    Each night I pray that I'll meet God
    Under the worry of my thoughts
    Uh-huh
    Nothing better than to be
    All phantom thread with somebody
    So nice
    A kid I used to babysit
    Drinks himself off a dimes square bench
    Uh-huh, uh-huh
    Oh, yeah

    Tell them to grease the wheels
    Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
    I'm not the man who sold the world

    I saw exactly what I asked
    For I'm the well-adjusted herb
    Uh-huh
    A teenage girl just sized me up
    It's something I don't wanna discuss
    Uh-huh, what's wrong?
    Oh, yeah

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    Tell them to grease the wheels
    Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
    I'm not the man who sold the world

    Jesus is dead and so's New York
    I built a place right down the shore
    It's nice
    Do you remember DFA?
    Misshapes and, oh, the great long wave
    I do and I miss it
    All the time

    Tell them to grease the wheels
    Flip the hourglass, start up the steal
    I'm not the man who sold the world

    We drove forever and the venue herbs
    Took all of our money and all of our merch
    Fuck off
    So let's make it bleachers, make it shore
    The louder you scream, the harder he blows
    You know what I mean
    Texas man cause a scene

    Tell them to grease the wheels
    Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
    I'm not the man who sold the world

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    Composición: Jack Antonoff y Patrik Berger

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