canal
woah oh woah oh
jesus is calling me
out to the rolling sea
woah oh woah oh
and we are falling, we
are drawn unto that sea
woah wo woah wo
woah oh woah oh
jesus is calling me
and I am drifting free
sounds like ceremony
woah oh woah oh
and in this old taxi
it’s like Gethsemane
Jesus is calling me
woah oh woah oh
woah oh woah oh
Jesus is falling free
can we keep it can we
ke he heep
the
change
you bet you fucking can
mr hymn-singing man
you drove us where we want
to hoo go
your praises we sang
not for your fragrant hymn
but for your latent sin
for your enladen calm
woah oh woah oh
Jesus would surely sing
of your unding-a-ling
unswerving safe driving
woah oh woah oh
woah oh woah oh
hymn hymn woah oh
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