Make it Right for Me

When Jesus was trying to make it right for me

I made a miscalculated detour unfortunately

Onto a one way freeway of perpetual misery

And I’m driving my red horned Cadillac

Listening to Elvis and Carl Perkins on the radio

And I got my red sunglasses to cut down the glare

Because I’m about to bemoan my worldly troubles

Luckily I have a billion barrels to burn

My Caddy’s on a three hundred thousand service

I hope the transmission fluid stays real moist

And I curse my ex-wife for crooking me

And my boss for cold watering my great ideas

I still feel Mr Authority works the inside of me

C’mon Jesus can you make it right for me.

 

Empty fried chicken cartons fill the back seat

No need to answer the two calls of nature

But it’s thirsty work retrospectively driving on

Trying to out-drive this highway of deep regret

No CHIPS on bikes can flag me down

Nor would they care for my deepest troubles

I’ve left my baby back in Redemption Town

And my parents don’t know I’m this far away

The god-fearing road’s making me feel stuck

I may be down but I’ve got a lot of steel

After all, this here cowboy’s running away

His hat’s tilted crooked and his face is all bent

Can’t even pull over and say a bunch of prayers

Jesus won’t you make it right for me.

 

First published in Houdini Weaned on Fear