Ghetto Cross - Black Lips

I saw an inbred Jesus dying on the road today

He said: «I'm tired and hungry, I can feel my teeth decay»

I thought I’d help my friend.

Oh, we’re living in the USA

He said (?) to go, okay

On the devil cars that’s where my friend was slain

On the devil cars that’s where my devil was slain, yeah

Devil slain

Like all my friends (?) morning when he was dead

Hopin' on a bag of freon, he knows it’ll be his last breath

Well the inbred Jesus always makes fun on me

But that’s how he lets me know he loves me

On the devil cars that’s where my friend was slain

On the devil cars that’s where that devil was slain

Yeah, devil slain, devil slain, devil slain, devil slain