Jesus Is Dead
 作词 : Jack Antonoff/Patrik Berger
 作曲 : Jack Antonoff/Patrik Berger
 Each night I pray that I'll meet God
 Under the worry of my thoughts, uh-huh
 Nothing better than to be
 All phantom thread with somebody, so nice
 A kid I used to babysit drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench, uh-huh
 Uh-huh, oh yeah

 Tell them to grease the wheels
 Pull the arrow back, start the appeals
 I'm not the man who sold the world

 I saw exactly what I asked for
 I'm the well adjusted herb, uh-huh
 A teenage girl just sized me up
 It's something I don't wanna discuss, uh-huh
 What's wrong? Oh yeah

 Tell them to grease the wheels
 Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
 I'm not the man who sold the world

 Jesus is dead and so's New York
 I built a place right down the shore, it's nice
 Do you remember DFA, Misshapes, and oh, the great Longwave?
 I do, and I miss it all the time

 Tell them to grease the wheels
 Flip the hourglass, start up the steal
 I'm not the man who sold the world

 We drove forever and the venue herbs
 Took all of our money and all of our merch, **** off
 So let's make it Bleachers, make it shore
 The louder you scream, the harder he blows
 You know what I mean
 Texas man, cause a scene

 Tell them to grease the wheels
 Pull the arrow back, start the appeal
 I'm not the man who sold the world