Jesus save me   Jesus save me      Can I tell you something?   Can I tell you a story?   It's about me and Billy   'Cause I remember      I remember it all started when he bought that car   It was the first thing he ever owned apart from me   And the color was red   And the color was red and he drove me   He drove me out of my mind      I'm over it now   It was spring or summer '65, I don't remember   Steaming and sweating and sticking against the wheel   And I could see the tendons stand out in the back of his neck      And he used to make me pray   Wearing a mask like a death's head   When he put me there in the back seat and he said      Jesus save me   Jesus save me      Inherited his father's hate that what he'd say   And he custom of destruct the pain of every escape but somehow   He could make joy come loose inside   I would feel really, I would feel really and truly alive   And I would do anything for him      It just wasn't enough   It was never enough, he'd turn to me and say   He'd, he'd say, "Even the son of God had to die my darling"   And he wanted everything      He wanted everything   He wanted the honey from the king   Each new moon   He used to make me pray every morning      Hidden in the backseat, such Jesus   He'd make me pray   And he'd in there and he wanted everything   He wanted the honey from the king      Say it, "Even the son of God had to die my darling"   Go on, say it      Jesus save me   Jesus save me