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!