JC
For time is passing with the wind blows new decrees
Canned for life, your used by date is faded
And followers of you now watch TV
What could I do?
And tonight your dress is looking shaded
The colors don't seem to captivate
Count the loss I see you moving on now
Pressure's off, no more people to drag you down
What could I do?
On my own I stand naked
Jesus Christ, don't look at me that way
Writer/s: Powderfinger