WHEN JESUS GETS A BRAND NEW NAME
© 1995 Mike Pratt/Jim White

Damn them dogs is really smart... ..think I’d better lose the snowshoes...
thought the skid marks on the road’d throw them off, but damn them dogs is
smart & on Devil’s Island of the heart, you can’t afford to make a big mistake
you gotta plan your jail break carefully... very carefully!
And them crickets chirping in my hair... they’re about to drive me smack insane.
I don’t know quite who put ’em there... but everytime I hear ’em it sound just like;

When Jesus gets a brand new name! When Jesus gets a brand new name!

Now I’m hiding in a funky shadow... I see a TV show through the window...
there’s lawyers riding in a speedboat... .they’re solving cases on the ocean.
I’m going over the waterfalls... I’m a lamb to the slaughter ya’ll
better duck because that flying thing... is coming back this way!
I tell you what the hay! Friggin A! A certified genius couldn’t do it better.
You disagree? Well, that’s okay, we’ll notify you with a letter!

When Jesus gets a brand new name! When Jesus gets a brand new name!

Golden dust, golden bones, golden opportunitones.
You flush ’em all down the rusty drain---better laugh, boy, before you feel the pain.
And get yourself good and saved, make sure that you are well behaved;
you should part your hair, you should shine your shoes,
you should say your prayers, you should pay your dues---
you do heart surgery with a hammer... then you lock ’em all up in the gospel slammer
’till there’s nothing left for this corpse to say... except “Drag my stinking butt away!”

When Jesus gets a brand new name! When Jesus gets a brand new name!

My friends;
Cross your fingers, cross your hearts, ’cause they’ve ripped that sucker clean apart
And don’t catch my whole guitar on fire... as you embrace the lips of my wild desire.
Now you’re messing with my superstition---hey, what about the Inquisition?!
Yeah I like ’em big, like ’em chunky, I like ’em pasty faced, like a superjunky.
You steal the water from the well of love, it’ll sit in your tummy like O.J.’s glove...
So don’t you give me none of that dadgummed shango,
’cause I know that it takes two to tango!

When Jesus gets a brand new name! When Jesus gets a brand new name!