Jenny Lewis The Next Messiah

Livin’ in the meadow

The mighty, mighty meadow

With too many people

Suckin’ all the water

And my daddy was a farmer

He was a racecar driver

He is a four leaf clover

He is the next messiah

Now he’s living in the woods

The dark and dank woods

With a cocktail waitress

Who thinks she’s an artist

Take it down to the river

Split it right up the middle

Now it’s gonna be trouble

For a pregnant lamb and a con man

Now he’s sick in the clink

With his head in the sink

And the tumor gonna make a

Man outta him

Now, my daddy was a chancer

He was a bad-check bouncer

But he beat that cancer

He’s a survivor

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

Covering it up

Squeezing it out

Watching it bleed

You’re watching it all

Taking it back

She’s down on her knees

When did she come to detest you?

Giving it back

Backing you up

Nothing’s for free

You’re giving it back

For locking you up

Those terrible deeds

When will they come to arrest you?

When did she come to detest you?

When will they come to arrest you?

When did she come to detest you?

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

(I want to tell you I love you) I’m gonna give my love to you

(I want to tell you I love you) on a day you gotta bring it back

(I want to tell you I love you) I’m gonna give my love to you

(I want to tell you I love you) on a day you gotta bring it back

I want to tell you I love you

I want to tell you I love you

(I’m gonna go out walking baby) I want to tell you I love you

(Better be here when I get back) I want to tell you I love you

(I’m gonna go out walking baby) I want to tell you I love you

(Better be here when I get back) I want to tell you I love you

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I’m gonna give my love to you on a day you gotta bring it back

I want to tell you I love you

I want to tell you I love you

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

He’s the next messiah

Jenny Lewis Sing A Song For Them

If you sing a song, sing a song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing a song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

For the bats in the belfry and the fairies on Main Street

For the deadbeat daddies and the Boulevard freaks

For the little girls with the carousel eyes

And the brick-a-brack finding housewives, losing their minds

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To the never-made-its, and the unrecognized

To the alley rats and the tenement flies

To the weekend tweakers, the blond and the blind

To the ex-thrill seekers in the methadone lines

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

To who you are, and will never be

To the shaking hand of the maker we’re all gonna meet

Sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

If you sing a song, sing the song for them

Jenny Lewis You Can’t Outrun ‘Em

You got struck with some bad luck,

There’s a black cat by your side

And I’m afraid you chose the red door,

With the triple 6 neon sign

And what those witchdoctors do to you

I wouldn’t want it for myself

After all that you’ve been through

Haven’t you learned anything?

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

They want your head, you can’t outrun ’em

I guess two souls will meet again,

When the universe thinks they should.

Even if their own bloodlines,

Don’t run as deep as they could

And will your mama pull you through?

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I wouldn’t wish it on my enemy

Now that I am living proof,

That history repeats

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

They want you dead

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You better talk quickly, ’cause my sister’s at the door

‘Cause I want to know everything,

Who I am and what it’s for

What the Lord has planned for you,

I guess that it was meant

Wanted to get to know you,

Before you were dead!

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

I know you can’t

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t outrun ’em, you can’t outrun ’em

You can’t

Jenny Lewis The Big Guns

Well you praise him

Then you thank him

Til you reach the by-and-by

And I’ve won hundreds at the track

But I’m not betting on the afterlife

Then you kiss his lips

He forgives you for it

He forgives you for all you’ve done

But not me

I’m still angry

What have I done?

Why am I always messing with

The big guns?

First I’ll build a sword

Get some words to explain

It’s a plan, brother, at least

And I’ll pretend that everybody here wants peace

Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me

Cause we’re tired and lonely and we’re bloody

What have we done?

Why are we still running

From our own failing bodies?

The big guns, the big guns…

Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me

Let’s pretend that everybody here wants peace

What have we done?

Why are we still chasing our own tails? And running…

From the big guns, the big guns, the big guns