My life is [bad word] Everything is straightened out
I feel the hand of God
I feel no sense of doubt
But there's something about straightened out

My life is [bad word] Everything is straightened out
I feel the hand of God
I feel no sense of doubt
But there's something about...there's something about

This is the big fear
Get off the cross, dear
We need your wood, we need your wood
Deep in your twisted mind
You're helping all mankind
We need your wood, we need your wood
But there's something about...there's something about

Jessica, a snatch of ultraviolet
day in somewhere riding horses made [bad word] and sunset
Jessica, ultraviolet
day in somewhere riding horses made of sunset