“The Real Lyrics”

Jesus, Etc.

Jesus, don’t cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can combine anything you want

I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall building shake
Voices escape, singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Don’t cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can come by any time you want

I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have
Our love
Our love is all of God’s money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Jesus

Jesus, don’t cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can deny anything you want

I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, into the salty sun
Too, too poor
Songs down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your whole world around

Don’t cry
You can rely on me, honey
You can come by any time you want

I’ll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping to gather your voice
Is smoking last cigarettes, all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Our love
Our love
Our love is all we have?
Our love
Our love is all of God’s money
Everyone is a burning sun

Tall buildings shake
Voices escape, singing sad, sad songs
Tuned to chords
Strung down your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning your orbit around

Voices whine
Skyscrapers are scraping together
Your voice is smoking
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around
Last cigarettes are all you can get
Turning your orbit around

“What’s it about?” asks a reader.

“A man who’s being separated from his wife. Before war. …He’s going off to fight. …But their personal life is also a mess. She’s had an abusive relationship she’s getting out of. He’s her rock. …She’s told him that all stars are is dying suns. And they’re resigned to a beautiful, tragic romance. He’s telling her about fighting. …He’s a poet. And he likes to write about New York City. …They’re poor…but American. She’s crying over him. And he romanticizes her beautiful mind. She’s intellectual. She’s often changing her political views. And he empathizes. And as she’s trying to be ‘aware of what’s going on’ by watching cable news…he’s smoking what he thinks could be his last cigarettes or something like that. And in their mutual agony they’re gorgeously together.” says Lacey. “It’s eerie. Because of when it was written and when it was debuted.” She thinks. “It’s derivative…but…it’s BRILLIANT and in its own way wholly original…and it has the potential to be one of the best songs ever written. It makes me beyond furious.”

“Who ruined this song?” asks George Bush Jr..

“Me. …But I also pushed for it to be made. Because I was in love with Lacey.

In a better world…it would have been possible after the war started.” says Joe Junior. “It’s just…SO GOOD.”

“Is this about Pat?” asks George.

“YEAH. But…Lacey understands it in a way she doesn’t naturally. …And it’s just nice to-“ says Joe before being interrupted.