David Byrne - U.B. Jesus Lyrics
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U.B. Jesus
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What Are The Lyrics For U.B. Jesus By David Byrne?
Sunrise, I'm still dancing Girlfriend, she's my champion
Swing low, pull me over Hey - be my savior Blood, Skin Show me the book Don't understand the language that they spoke Don't pity me Have pity on yourself You might know Jesus but you'll all join in hell Shine On Sister! Don't need a book to put your hand in the fire Shine On Sister! Come on in cause it's cold outside Kiss Me! Kiss Me! I can tell your name by the markings on your face U. B. Jesus Makin' my way & I'm lovin' my life Kiss Me! Kiss Me! Swing so crazy like the way you ride Maybe I'm gonna fry in hell But I feel good when I burn myself In a smokey place, In my girlfriends car Threw out the map when we drove to far Jesus is big Jesus is strong Jesus'll kill you if you don't get along Jesus can swing Jesus has skills Go on & try it if you don't believe he will Jump Back, Jump Back Givin' me a heart attack Fall down, Fall down Sweeter than a cherry bomb Sweet Thing, Sweet Thing Steppin' on your violin Space Boy, Fly Girl Living in the underworld Shine On Sister! Don't need a book to put your hand in the fire Shine On Sister! Come on in cause it's cold outside Jesus is cool Jesus is scared Baby you are the only car I drive Foolin around Foolin myself Baby you are the only car I drive Easy to touch Easy to find Baby you are the only car I drive Melts in my mouth Melts in the hand Baby you are the only car I drive Outta my skin Outta my life Baby you are the only car I drive The only car I drive |
Who Wrote U.B. Jesus By David Byrne?
David Byrne
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What's The Duration Of The U.B. Jesus By David Byrne?The duration of U.B. Jesus is 3:50 minutes and seconds. |
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