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nobody else here baby
no one here to blame
no one to point the finger
it's just you and me and the rain
it's the blind leading the blond
it's the stuff, it's the stuff of country songs
if god will send his angels
and if god will send a sign
and if god will send his visions
would everything be alright
god has got his phone off the hook, babe
would he even pick up if he could
it's been a while since we saw that child
hanging round this neighborhood
you see his mother's dealing in a doorway
see father christmas with a begging bowl
jesus sister's eyes are a blister
the high street never looked so low
it's the cops collecting for the cons
where do we go
jesus never let me down
you know jesus used to show me the score
then they put jesus in show business
now it's hard to get in the door
but i guess it was something to go on |