Thought Industry — Michigan Jesus lyrics

Lyrics

Christ, you’ve toiled hard. So grab a stool. You
get to buy the first round.
Guiness Stout?
I’ll cleanse your feet with my beer. We’ll have
another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank
you.
Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right
to believe in something new.
Can I «e that?
Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was
born just a man within a plan.
That’s with a «J», right?
Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd.
But I don’t believe in god either.
And neither do I.
Let’s pound some shots of Quervo. I’m always
thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We’ll
sing.
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.
Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala.
Genius, who’s your agent?
Is that in Hebrew?
I’m outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys.
You sure know how to drink my friend J.C.
I love you.
Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too.
Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew.
Please, don’t leave.
Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the
laundromat.