Liz Durrett - BC lyrics

Jesus is coming and I'm in a crib Gainesville is ugly, the landscape is grim Everything I say won't leave my mouth Everything I say comes crawling out Jesus is coming and I'm in a pinch He takes the back road, the natives are thick Everything I do sits on my lap Every time I move I fall right back Jesus is coming and I'm under wraps Martyr for dinner, but I want a snack Everything I need is on my plate Everything I want is getting strange