Anita Lipnicka

Sweet Jesus

Anita Lipnicka


You kneel by the graveside 
With songs for lost souls 
I heard you were digging 
A deep, black hole 

While in contemplation 
Inside, you shivered and groaned 
Your knees turned to water 
Your face was the colour of bones 

Jesus Loves Jesus Saves 
But where is your Sweet Jesus today? 
Jesus Loves Jesus Saves 
But where is your Sweet Jesus today? 

Stretched out on your altar 
As cold as church stone 
The crimson robe of your passion 
Worn out and looking old 

Forgotten cups of tea and orange skins 
Eaten-words and screwed up days 
You hide in your bed 
Waiting to be saved 

Jesus Loves Jesus Saves 
But where is your Sweet Jesus today? 
Jesus Loves Jesus Saves 
But where is your Sweet Jesus today? 

On this long road, on this long road 
Amazed that Grace didn't touch you 
Burn your heart, inflame your soul 
No blue light, no angels 
No key to that magic door 

Ah, you were such a crazy cunt 
You overdosed on your desire 
Have you come to haunt me 
And tell me I'm a liar