"Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem is with the world and all the people in it? Because I’ve been hearing stories about the end of the world, but I’m in love with a girl and I don’t wanna leave her. And the television screams such hideous things, they’re talking about the war on the radio. They say the whole thing’s gonna blow and we will all be left alone--No, we’ll be dead and we won’t know what hit us.
Jesus, Jesus, if you’re up there, won’t you hear me? ‘Cause I’ve been wondering if you’re listening for quite a while. And Jesus, Jesus, it’s such a pretty place we live in, and I know we screwed it up, but please be kind. Don’t let us go out like the dinosaurs or blown to bits in a third world war. There are a hundred different things I’d still like to do. I’d like to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower, look up from the ground at a meteor shower, and maybe even raise a family.
Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love you, but they have treated me so damn mean. And I know you said ‘forgive them for they know not what they do’, but sometimes I think they do, and I think about you. If all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well? What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers? What about me and all my friends? Are we all sinners if we sin? Does it even matter in the end if we’re unhappy?
Jesus, Jesus, I’m still looking for answers, though I know that I won’t find them here tonight. But Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time? And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out. And maybe then I’ll understand what it’s all about."
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