Vārdi:
The Tree Jesus Washed

for the universe Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking Oh jesus christ

to the pond I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash the sins of my father I'm gonna wash the sins of my mother Wash the sins of my brother

And I'll always holler In the mellow wallow Oh there's still time to borrow And in the mellow wallow Jesus Heaven, heaven head of hell You are treating me quite well Washed

to beat the band Grandaddy reachin` down to take my hand Gonna go to the candy store Me & Jesus we was as thick as thieves He washed me in the blood

Jesus to the cross Brag about their riches, deep down they just bitches Talkin murda shit, go to jail become snitches Assholes ripped, patched back up in stitches Chopped they mothafuckin tree

to the pond I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash them I'm gonna wash the sins of my father I'm gonna wash the sins of my mother Wash the sins of my brother

Blessed are those Who wash their robes That they may have the right To the tree of life And may go through The gates into the city Outside are the dogs