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 cant 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] seriously