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Jesus, save me

Jesus, save me

Can I tell you something?

Can I tell you a story?

It's about me and Billy

'Cause, 'cause I remember

I remember it all started when he bought that car

It was the first thing he ever owned, apart from me

And the colour was red

And the colour was red

And he drove me, he drove me out of my mind

I'm over it now

It was spring or summer '65, I don't remember

Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel

And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck

And he used to make me pray wearing a mask like a dead saint

When he put me there in the back seat, and he'd say

Jesus, save me

Jesus, save me

Inherited his father's hate is what he'd say

And he'd cuss enough to strip the paint off Heaven's gate

But somehow he could make joy come loose inside

I would feel really, I would feel really and truly alive

And I would do anything for him

It just wasn't enough, it was never enough

He'd turn to me and say, he'd, he'd say

"Even the son of God had to die, my darling"

And he wanted everything, he wanted everything

He wanted the honey from the cane

He used to make, he used to make me pray

Every morning, kneeling in the backseat, "Je-Jesus,"

He'd make me pray kneeling there and he wanted everything

He wanted the honey from the cane

"Say it!

Even the son of God had to die, my darling

Go on, say it!"

Jesus, save me

Jesus, save me