555 Lyrics

666

The number on the singer's lips

The devil moving through their hips

As they dance to the rock and roll

555

You should've seen the town tonight

The crooked little lullaby

That the kids call the rock and roll

They say rock on, rock on

The singer sings:

I am a good Christian boy

With an irreverent streak

God and I have inside jokes

He likes to play pranks on me

Like just this morning, I was running

I was featherlight and happy

Then the black dog at the neighbour's gate

Came rushing out, attacked me

And I said God on high

I praise you with the blood that I am bleeding

The final offering is the satisfaction

That I know you're feeling

The kind of pleasure you derive

From placing obstacles before me

Then when I stumble, injured, to your door

You turn away, ignore me

Well God I'm here to tell you

That it's no longer amusing

There's a limit to my tolerance

I can't continue losing

To make you laugh

To make you laugh

666

The number of the Flaming Lips

The number of the Stones, The Smiths

The number of the rock and roll

555

The band is in the local dive

C-crooked little lullaby

That the kids call the rock and roll

They say rock on, rock on

The singer sings:

I am a good Christian boy

With an irreverent streak

God and I have inside jokes

Like this one time I snuck up behind him

Tied his giant golden shoelaces together

It took ages, I enlisted help

From every fallen angel ever

Then he tripped and fell and dropped

An early draft of his commandments

It came crashing down in Egypt

Moses left his new apartment

And went out hiking, straight up Sinai

With no sandwiches or water

And he found them at the summit

Meanwhile God went to a lawyer

To revoke the leaked and incomplete preliminary copy

That was not intended for release

He hadn't finished properly

He didn't laugh

He didn't laugh