MICHIGAN JESUS by THOUGHT INDUSTRY [Brent:]</i> Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You get to buy the first round. [Jesus:]</i> Guiness Stout? [Brent:]</i> I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank you. [Jesus:]</i> Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right to believe in something new. [Dippy:]</i> Can I quote that? [Jesus:]</i> Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was born just a man within a plan. [Lippy:]</i> That's with a "J", right? [Brent:]</i> Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd. But I don't believe in god either. [Jesus:]</i> And neither do I. [Brent:]</i> Let's pound some shots of Quervo. I'm always thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We'll sing. [Jesus, Brent, and the People:]</i> Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. [Dippy:]</i> Genius, who's your agent? [Lippy:]</i> Is that in Hebrew? [Brent:]</i> I'm outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys. You sure know how to drink my friend J.C. [Dippy:]</i> I love you. [People:]</i> Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too. Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew. [Lippy:]</i> Please, don't leave. [Jesus:]</i> Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the laundromat. [ www.dailyrics.com ] MICHIGANJESUS by THOUGHTINDUSTRY