Jesus and Your Living Room Floor - Sloppy Jane

When I finally die, won’t you bury me in

The same suit that you married her in?

Tell them I was murdered, murdered by a gun

Found, taken down, by my long-lost son

And tell them I was loved

That you always loved me

I know you didn’t

But spare them the vision

Of me in my kitchen

Six weeks past extinction

Photo in my hands, that are cold as your mother’s

Of two children laughing, before they got gutted

And now they’re a crime scene

They’re proof of a story

A story I sell page by page door to door, I

A story I sell page by page door to door, I

It’s a story I sell door to door

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and

Now every night I dream of new answers

Of crying in limousines, of faking brain cancer

Please tell them I was eaten by monsters in caves

That they spat up my bones and I could not be saved

And tell them you’re so happy that you got to know me

I know you didn’t, but it’s better than showing me

Covered in ants in my room on the floor

Still clutching that same old plastic horse

I don’t need to know much as long as I am sure, I don’t

Need to know much as long as I am sure, I don’t

Need to know much as long as I am sure

And I’m always

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and your living room floor

I pledge allegiance to Jesus, Jesus and