Jesus From Texas Songtext
von Semler

(Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh)
(Whoa-oh)

My mom turned 18 in the 1960′s, and she doesn't remember Stonewall (whoa-oh)
To be fair, she can′t have known I'd be her kid
That the bricks launched at police would compel me to exist

And I think about that now down the ballot
Of the ones I love and I don't know yet
I voted for you

Oh, what a terrible honor it is
To watch the sky fall as a character witness
I spent the rest of the night freaking out
I had to get high just to put myself down


But I woke up for you

And I cut my hair
Because I′m worth it
And these days, I believe in bigfoot more than God, ′cause who's he hurting?
I grew up a preacher′s kid, cleaning up after communion
So, I know that a church is not a way to live
It's a weekly reunion

My best friend found God, so we lost touch
I guess a savior beats a friend who thinks you′re good enough (ooh-ooh)
I hope she finds love and peace
And if her kid comes out, I hope that she calls me

Oh, what a terrible honor it's been
To learn that my blessings are things you call sins
I′ll spend the rest of my life tearing down
Jesus from Texas, you put in a crown


But I won't give up on you