Sipping whiskey from a paper cup You drown your sorrows till you can't stand up Take
a look at what you've done to yourself Why don't you put the bottle back on the
shelf?
Yellow finger from your cigarettes Your hands are shaking while your body sweats
Why don't you look into Jesus?
He got the answer
On Valentine's Day, baby And you're still looking for the perfect play You think
rock and roll will set you free, honey You'd be dead before you're
thirty-three Shooting junk till you're half insane A broken needle in your purple
vein Why don't you look into Jesus?
He got the answer You work all night, you sleep all day You take a month,
you say you're gonna be a superstar But you never hung around enough to find out
who you really are
You think rock and roll will set you free, honey You'd be dead before you're
thirty-three A broken needle in your purple vein Why don't you look into Jesus?
On Valentine's Day, baby And you're still looking for the perfect play You think
rock and roll will set you free, honey You'd be dead before you're
thirty-three Shooting junk till you're half insane A broken needle in your purple
vein Why don't you look into Jesus?
He got the answer Why don't you look into Jesus?
He got the answer
He got it.