Jesus stole my babynJesus stole my girlnHe took her away for an hour every sundaynAnd cut all of her beautiful curlsnShe was always easy seven days of the weeknNow sheʼs a bore and Iʼve seen it beforenShe thinks it gives her some kind of mystiquenSaid that she just wantʼs to save menSaid you cant go on the way that you arenShe chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bendsnHides my cigarettes and steals my guitarnnAnd itʼs a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am finenAnother simple boy on the telephone linenAnd though she is living here with menI'm aching to be freenShe takes it all so god damn seriouslynnWell Iʼve always been in love with her treasurenBut she might as well be locked up in chainsnWhen I ask she says no and I'm feeling so lownI'm bursting from my feet to my brainsnnNow if i could only talk to this JesusnIʼd tell him just how lonely Iʼve beennIʼd ask him to send home my baby againnSo she can see what kinda state Iʼve been innnJesus stole my babynSo maybe I should steal hisnShe used to be minenNow sheʼs so dull and divinenMay not be nice but thats the way that itnisnAnd I'm lost here among the clownsnJesus men in gownsnAll sandals and out of tune guitarsnAnd she talks in terrified tonesnOf skeleton bonesnScreaming through a mangled microphonennAnd itʼs a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am finenAnother simple boy on the telephone linenAnd though she is living here with menI'm aching to be freenShe takes it all so god damn seriously