Jesus on the Telephone Lyrics

Let me out

Of these mental ward confines

So white and plain

Free my mind

From prescriptions that you write

I'm not the same

Young kid with the see-through skin

All arteries and veins

Spun out in the family car

Trying to make my way

Home

Are you ready to put me under

'Cause I'm ready to go back home

I don't care what the doctors told me

I spoke to Jesus on the telephone

He said, "Lace up your shoes

And quit playing the blues"

I'm gonna take me to a better place

Where the sun always shines

And the light in your eyes

Is always tended like a burning flame

Na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na

Write me up

On a list of who was cured

And what was slain

Like a glove

With the blood of who you hurt

I'm thrown away

Because I'm

Half-gone, don't know what I'm on

My vision blurs and shakes

You don't need a PhD to be the one to break

Me

Are you ready to call my mother

And my father, my sister too

'Cause I'm going to higher places

And I'm so sorry I'm not taking you

So I'll lace up my shoes

And quit playing the blues

I'm gonna take me to a better place

Where the sun always shines

And the light in your eyes

Is always tended like a burning flame

Where the sun always shines

And the bells never chime

And the undertaker stays away

Yeah

Na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na