Jesus on My Neck lyrics

[Verse 1]
Time took the pain, but then nothing grew back in it’s place
And so I watered it with whiskey, spoke in tongues at it’s grave
You’d think the devils on his way the way I cycle through plagues
A ballerina in a box, for the spiral I’m made
I go around in circles and I cycle through days
In a city full of sirens and black tidalling waves
I swim out past the breakers, 'til it sparkles and fades
Until the stars are clear as ever and they’re screaming my name

[Chorus]
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck

[Verse 2]
Jesus on my speed dial, right after all the demons
Fighting them in levels final boss will be the ceiling
I’m ignoring every call, might as well have got a pager
I’m only showing up to paper so man f*ck you and your rager
Another face from a bad dream, a name I wrote on paper
Set to flame and then swallowed because the sacrifice was safer
Another stranger that I smile at when I’m out buying milk
Where I’m a name on a credit card, of which I can’t pay the bill
[Chorus]
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck

[Bridge]
I don't need nobody when that sh*t pops off
You don't like the way I'm going you can get dropped off
All the blood that's on my hands can never get washed off
I got fans to pull up on you like barrap pop pop
I don't need nobody when that sh*t pops off
You don't like the way I'm going you can get dropped off
All the blood that's on my hands can never get washed off
I got fans to pull up on you like barrap pop pop

[Chorus]
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck
I’m so dead, if I died I wouldn’t notice
Pull up at the gates, inna uber Ford Focus
All I see is red, and I feel like Moses
Jesus on my neck, Jesus on my neck