Can I tell you something
Can I tell you a story
It's about me and billy
Because I remember
I remember it all started when he bought that car
It was the first thing he ever owned apart from me
And the color was red
And the color was red and he drove me
He drove me out of my mind
I'm over that now
It was spring or summer 65 I don't remember
Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel
And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck
And he used to make me pray, wearing a mask like a death's head
When he put me there in the back seat, and he said
Jesus save me
Jesus save me
And everybody's father is hated for what he was saying
And he doesn't
He'd reluctantly cut loose inside
I would feel really i would feel really and truly alive
And i would do anything for him,
It just wasn't enough
It was never enough, he'd turn to me and say
He'd, he'd say "even the son of god had to die, my darling"
And he'd
And he'd
He'd
Jesus!
He'd make me pray. . .
Even the son of god had to die my darling
Come on, say it!
