Sunbeam - SUBMARINE

Every time I’m full of hate

I would kill if only I

Had a blunt instrument and the perfect alibi

Every sin I don’t admit

And every crime I dearly like to commit and get away with

Makes me realize that maybe

Jesus won’t want me for a sunbeam

Won’t want me for his dream team

He might not want me at all

Every scrap of fierce ambition

That I nurse like a newborn

Each chance for self-advancement

That I grab the backs

I swap and stab all the lies

I’ve told to every sucker

Sold down the river for a profit

Makes me wonder, hmm, what if

Jesus won’t want me for a sunbeam

Won’t want me for his dream team

He might not want me at all

And every bomb I ever dropped

The shiny new kalashnikovs

Somehow wind up in the jungle

Every snaky little angle that I milk

The treaty is broken, the species killed

Every time I pass the buck when I couldn’t give up flying

Jesus won’t want me for a sunbeam

Won’t want me for his dream team

He might not want me at all

Jesus won’t want me for a sunbeam

Won’t want me for his dream team

He might not want me at all