I don’t care if it rains or freezes
As long as I’ve got my plastic Jesus
Sitting on the dashboard of my car
It comes in colors pink and pleasant
It glows in the dark cause it’s iridescent
I’ll take it with me whenever I go far
So give me my Lady Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones and sittin’ on a
Pedestal of abalone shells
Drivin’ 90 but I’m not scary
Because I’ve got my virgin Mary
Assuring me that I will never go to hell
And by the way
You know that hope will make you strange
Make you blink, make you blank, make you sink
It will make you afraid of change and often blame
The box with the view of the world
And the ones that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
Because I can't stand when they start to talk
About the hurting and killing, whose shoes are we filling
The damage and ruin, man the things that we're doing
Gotta, we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
We gotta rewind and start it up again
Because we fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na na na na na, na-na-na
Somebody saw him jump, yeah but nobody saw him slip
I guess he lost a lot of hope, and then he lost his grip
Now he's lying in the freeway in the middle of this mess
Guess we lost another one, just like the other one
Optimistic hypocrite that didn't have the nerve to quit
The things that kept him wanting more until he finally reached the core
He fell across the fall line
Ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na na na na na, na-na-na
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