Angels smoking cigarettes on rooftops, in fishnets, in the morning with the moon still glowing. And here comes jesus in an astrovan, rolling down the strip again, he's stoned, while Jerry plays.
He said, life ain't ever what it seems, these dreams are more than paper things, and it's alright mama you're afraid I'll be poor along the way, but I don't wanna see those tears again you know jesus drives an astrovan.
In my heart there is a holy ghost writhing on the floor from an overdose, you know the best ones never come down. So if I love at the tip of my toes, reaching out for the great unknown, every addict has illusions that...
Life ain't ever what it seems, these dreams are more than paper things, and it's alright mama you're afraid I'll be poor along the way, but I don't wanna see those tears again you know jesus drives an astrovan.
But when i see those angels on the roof I'll know i've made it when my doobie smoking jesus puts my name up on his guestlist and says son you're famous in heaven, maybe you're famous in heaven, maybe there is no heaven, maybe we're all alone together now!
And I don't wanna see those tears again you know jesus drives an astrovan.
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