Interpret:

Fratellis, The

Album:

Here we stand

Jesus stole my baby 
Jesus stole my girl
He took her away for an hour every sunday 
And cut all of her beautiful curls


She was always easy seven days of the week
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before 
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique


Said that she just want's to save me 
Said you can't go on the way that you are
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar


And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me 
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously


Well I've always been in love with her treasure
But she might as well be locked up in chains
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low 
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains


Now if I could only talk to this Jesus 
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been
I'd ask him to send home my baby again 
So she can see what kinda state I've been in


Jesus stole my baby
So maybe I should steal his
She used to be mine 
Now she's so dull and divine 
May not be nice but thats the way that it
is


And I'm lost here among the clowns 
Jesus men in gowns
All sandals and out of tune guitars
And she talks in terrified tones 
Of skeleton bones
Screaming through a mangled microphone


And it's a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine
Another simple boy on the telephone line
And though she is living here with me 
I'm aching to be free
She takes it all so god damn seriously