Jesus Christ ain't shit Now thinks this life is his What a graceless love Mark my words, come night He'll sport his suit and tie Armed with painless drugs Free me from this burn Bugs and rodents Cloud my judgement Some days Feels like always I'm really trying to avoid you Or at least a little bit (or at least a little bit) Okay, not really, I admit (I admit) You always find your way back in I'm really trying to avoid you Or at least a little bit (or at least a little bit) Okay, not really, I admit (I admit) You always find your way back in