Don Johnson Big Band Jack Lyrics

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

I try to count the stars playing Jesus on the cross
Floating in the water on my back, I'm at a loss
How can all these people trust in God
When Planet Earth is more than ample evidence
His plans haven't worked
Millions of people slain by weapons and tidal waves
And man responds with more prayer and idle praise
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 w____s
Should Jack fail to save us, we'll sacrifice his a__
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

CHORUS

It's clearer now
More deities will help the people be at ease
Hear these commandments and
Consider who you stand with
Fear reason, it leaves you bitter and abandoned
Get around it, there isn't any proof
The truth is founded on a better standard
A leap of faith will keep you safe
And meet demands that men have made
For centuries to seek escape from understanding
But if all this was made without a plan
Then maybe man can see himself
As a random grain of sand
And just relax, no pleas for help will be of use
I'd rather trust the facts than take a chance
And have a hand in hustling acts
Like empty promises that death is not the end
Don't know what lies beyond the intellect
Or comprehend why the universe expands
And how it all began, but I won't be
Pointing fingers at a rambling bearded man
And looking into Jack's eyes I couldn't tell a lie
This boat will never capsize if I go to hell and fry
So let them try defend a higher power
Men and women cry for bread and wine forgetting why
And they'll be dead in time just like all the rest of us
I'm getting kind of tired of the fuss
No one's testing us

CHORUS

And when the end is near
I'll travel to the Southern Hemisphere
Knowing that my head is clear
Of fairytales and myths
A better twist awaits me,
I'm convinced the afterlife
Will be the nap that I've
Been dreaming about half my life
A sleep without alarm clocks
No reason to be mourning
I can think of a million more boring
Ways to pass the morning
But before then, concentrate on here and now
No stalling will do us any good
We should be living, not performing