Brown Light

Jesus quit calling,
Thank fucking God.
Everyone gets tired
Of the hard ol' broad
That stops trying to impress
And grips your face so tight you get lockjaw
When you want some sugar.

There's just some life lessons in life
That not everyone is shown,
Just those damned eavesdroppers
Who regret listening through the walls
And snooping around.
Curiosity killed the cat,
But so did the neighbors
After the meth man got paid.

I found a new Jesus,
He hides in auto parts.
I'm always trying to fix him,
Tune him up,
Keep him clean,
Ride him good.
But a while back someone keyed my Jesus,
Took him off the right path,
And smoked him up.

One toke over the line, sweet Jesus.
I wish people were still just
Growing and smoking.
Everyone gets greedy
And has to fuck it all up.
A little wouldn't do it so the little got
More and more.
You only can get so much better,
But Natty Daddies still suck.

There's nothing sexy about nodding out
With loose bowels.
Sex drive? What's that?
Heard of it once.
Could I fix that too?
But I probably don't have the right tools.
And I was guilted into giving away my headache medicine.

Do they make heartache medicine?
Or am I too far gone.
Those are the kind of pills
Everyone would overdose on.
Good hearts and good pills.
Jesus took an orange pill.
Jesus stopped calling.
Last time that happened,
I went to a funeral.