Jesus came knocking on my borrowed door Something patched together That he'll want some money for The investigation where they keep the ice I realized He was nodding out So I took myself some twice At the end of the day when I get back I realize it's time to leave It's not in the moon or in his face I guess it must be up his sleeve On the next day you know I saw his wife Tied to the cab of the truck, you know And begging for her life Well, the truck flipped over when it hit a wall She got out and she bought herself some great At the brand new shopping mall At the end of the day when I get back I realize it's time to leave It's not in the moon or in his face I guess it must be up his sleeve