Lyric Jesus Must Die


Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes
There s nothing out there for you, my dear
There s nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know your head is full of big ideas
You ain t missing anything, have no fear
I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise
There s nothing out there for you, my dear
There s nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know you pine for things you see in magazines
That world brings heartache, now it s not real, believe me
Remember all of those good things
You know you can t buy all those good things