« My Jesus On TV »

With all the halls behind me, I sing a sadder tune
I read about the Antichrist and stare up at the moon
And if it never turns blood red, well that’s all right with me
If I live long enough I’ll see my Jesus on TV

The past was like a whirlwind; I made a lot of dough
I kissed the fancy women before and after shows
But I’ve hung up my rhinestones, they don’t shine anymore
I might build me a villa on the Riviera shores

But what I have won’t be enough to bring you back to me
I don’t have nothing really, but this banjo on my knee
Oh, Susanna don’t you cry, but still I hope you do
Remember when I held you tight and told you I love you?

Everyday the mail comes in the way it always has
People send me letters, photos, want my autograph
They ask me if I plan to tour and write some happy songs
But since the world is gonna end I won’t string them along

They say the oil will all be gone somewhere ‘bout twenty ten
Some think that this will be a signal to the aliens
They’ll want to make us think that they can save our way of life
They’ll want to take our women; they can start here with my wife

I’ve never met a Mayan; and I don’t care if I do
If they’re so smart how come we don’t see Maya in our schools?
I think the leaders gave their souls to Satan long ago
When Jesus comes to raise the dead, I’m gonna stand and crow!

The paradox is in effect: humble trump powerful
Just like my Jesus said they would, and so my heart is full
He told ‘em in advance and said the way it’s gonna be
And every eye will see him when My Jesus’s on TV