BC Songtext
von Liz Durrett

Jesus is coming
And I′m in a crib
Gainesville is ugly
The landscape is grim

Everything I say
Won't leave my mouth
Everything I say
Comes crawling out


Jesus is coming
And I′m in a pinch
He takes the back road
The natives are thick

Everything I do
Sits on my lap
Every time I move
I fall right back

Jesus is coming
And I'm under wraps
Martyr for dinner
But I want a snack


Everything I need
Is on my plate
Everything I want
Is getting strange