climb on the cross

tell the televangelist she's out of a job

'cause i look good on a cross and i can sure sing along

overrated

under-educated

simple and dry

who knew a man's fate was such a hard thing to find

i'd never listened to my teacher

trusted every word my preacher would say

always thought the crosshair was simply the sun on my face

if nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday

when an hour or more of sleep might do you good

it's the wish i can't remember

it's the things you'll never say

and i'd do it all again oh if i could

fight your family and friends and let them know you're the best

tat tattoo radical right across of your chest

no need for love

you were born to impress

everybody always told me if i made a funny face it would stay

so you better get hip and take a liking to me looking this way

so many years without a memory

just ears

a nose

a face

all to find out fucking up was in your blood

it's the wish i can't remember

it's the things you'll never say

and i'd do it all again

oh

if i could

if nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday

when an hour or more of sleep might do you good

it's the wish i can't remember

it's the things you'll never say

and i'd do it all again oh if i could

i'd do it all again

i'd do it all again

i'd do it all again

i'd do it all again.