O Little Town of Bethlehem
Trapped in your own company.
Relive your short play story,
In games that weren’t enough for me.
There’s got to be more.
Your best friend’s full of numbers,
That don’t call but your always home.
Your right hand keeps you busy,
At night when you’re all alone.
The sounds of life keep slipping away,
It’s up to us to make them stay,
Before these consequences return to strip your life.
Dear John Letter (to the devil)
Oh I used to love you
But now that's hard to do
'Cause I got some information
'Bout the evil things at night that you do
Now the whole thing is through (we're through)
Oh you're such a devil
How'd you get me to believe you were true
Oh my momma warned me
And how my daddy cried
The day I left my home
You said you'd always keep me satisfied
But oh how you lied (you lied)
Well I should have heard my momma's words
But then I guess I had to much pride (original sin)
First Chorus
I used to lie awake at night
And see your face on the ceilin'
What a bad a feelin' I have
When I think of how you almost got me
In the ways of the world
In the ways of the world
My so-called friends said I misjudged you
My anger's all in vain
But I'm afraid you got to them
Before I had a chance to explain
And it caused me such pain (ouch!)
'Cause they were such good friends of mine
But now you've got them playin' you game (you creep)
First Chorus
Well I believe in Jesus
And what he said he's gonna do
He'll put an apple in your lyin mouth
And cook you in a sulfer stew
One that'll never be through
(Is it soup yet? No)
Ah, but if he hadn't rescued me
Then I'd be down there cookin' too
Oh if Jesus hadn't rescued me
Then I'd be cookin' right next to you
Second Chorus
I used to lie awake at night
And see your face on the ceilin'
What a great feelin' I have
When I think of how you're gonna get yours
At the end of the world
At the end of the world
Oh at the end of the world