Jesus stole my babyJesus stole my girlHe took her awayFor an hour every SundayHe caught all of her beautiful curlsShe was always easySeven days of the weekNow she's a boyI've seen her beforeShe thinks she gives her some kind of mystiqueHe said that she just wants the same thingShe said you can't go on the way that you areShe chased all my friendsHurts my brain till it bendsBuys me cigarettes and steals my guitarWhy is it so long?Time to see who's minePretend that I am fineI'm not a simple boyOn a telephone lineI'm not a machineShe's never near with meI beg you to be freeShe takes the arms to block downSeriouslyNow I've always been in love with a treasureNo she might as well be wrapped up in chainsWhen I ask she says noI feel it so lowI'm bursting from my feet to my brainsNow if I can only talk to this JesusAnd tell him just how lonely I've beenI ask him to send all my baby againSo she can see what kind of state I've been inJesus stole my babyMaybe I should steal hisShe used to be mineNow she's so dull and divineI'm not being nice but that's the way that it isI'm lost here among the cloudsJesus mending gownsSon goes out of tune with his heartShe talks in terrified tonesScarab in the vaultScreaming through a black wooden microphoneWhy is it so long?Time to see who's minePretend that I am fineI was a simple boyDon't tell a lieI know she was never here with meI'm aching to be freeShe takes her horse and walks down the city with me