Jesus What a Jerk - The Verlaines

Hey look at that guy, look at what he’s worth

Rolls his cigarettes backwards

Jesus, what a jerk

He’s got hay in his hay loft, flowers in his dirt

Revolts against his heartbeat every time it hurts

But he don’t say a word — he’s paralysed his song bird

It never used to be that difficult to sing

But I am no longer gonna help you

If you complain that I don’t spit in your eye

I’ve got enough trouble ending up in hell before my time

Lost all his marbles, all his energies

Sunk in the ocean, bottom of the sea

But he got to know better, learnt some sympathy

Hurting other people vanished by degrees

And they said, «There's your crow’s feet.»

«There's your stay at home freak.»

It never used to be that difficult to sing

But I am no longer gonna help you

If you complain that I don’t spit in your eye.

I’ve got enough trouble ending up in hell before my time…

Oh I’m so impressed with the things I think about

I feel these things I’m never wrong about

I steal from the rich and I give it to the poor

They’re so damn dumb that they don’t know what it’s for

They can’t work out what they’re supposed to use it for

And as he gets old, he digs a bigger hole

He’s got itty-bitty creatures clinging to his toes

And he crawls on the floor, makes a lot of dough

Everybody loves him everywhere he goes

But I don’t think he knows

He’s closer to a stone’s throw

To the place where it’s impossible to sing

But I am no longer gonna help you

If you complain that I don’t spit in your eye

I’ve got enough trouble ending up in hell before my time

In hell before my time

In hell before

My time…