Luetut laulut, katsotut kertomukset, tositarinat

I'll start my own religion worshipping my dog Jack
Cause dog spelled backwards is god and that's a fact
It's as good a try as any to get us back on course
My churches will be full of petty criminals and whores
Should Jack fail to save us, we'll sacrifice his ass
Then write a book about him, so his legacy will last
Centuries on, they'll recount the tale of his
Immaculate conception from a mother no one nailed
Jack Christ, the Son of God, a pedigree messiah
Here's a bone for all you non-believers calling me a liar

Only if you can see the Earth spin around
Will you find that all that trouble's not a curse but a crown
Open your mouth and watch your words hit the ground
You deserve something better
It's your turn here and now

Don Johnson Big Band: Jack