Climb on the Cross - Shakey Graves

Well tell the televangelist he’s out of a job

'Cause I look good on a cross and I can sure sing along

Overrated, under-educated, simple and dry

Who knew a man’s fate was such a hard thing to find

I never listened to my teacher

Trusted every word my preacher would say

Always thought the crosshair was simply the sun on my face

If nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday

When an hour or more of sleep might do you good

It’s the wish I can’t remember yeah it’s the things you’ll never say

And I’d do it all again oh if I could

Fight your family and friends and let them know you’re the best

T-tattoo «radical» right across your chest

No need for a lover, you were born to impress

Everybody always told me if I made a funny face it would stay

So you better get hip, and take a liking to me looking this way

So many years without a memory

Just ears, a nose, a face

Oh, to find out fucking up was in your blood

It’s the wish I can’t remember

It’s the things you’ll never say

And I’d do it all again, oh, if I could

If nothing dies tomorrow why remember yesterday

When an hour or more of sleep might do you good

It’s the wish I can’t remember yeah it’s the things you’ll never say

And I’d do it all again oh if I could

I’d do it all again, I’d do it all again

I’d do it all again, I’d do it all again