1 Contributor I've got a mark on my head like the mark of Cain
I scrub and I scrub but I can't shift this stain
Mad dogs and sailors drinking from a drain
My fingernails are broken, I'm going insane
But that's alright
We've got Jesus on the payroll
Well, it's one for the money and two for the dope
The shakes in the morning, well, that's no joke
The streets are full and they're ready to choke
With the flames and the fire and the foil and the smoke
Oh, but that's alright
We've got Jesus on the payroll
I've got a credit card for the slot machines
And government-issue army greens
Winos polish the guillotines
And everybody knows what the service means
But that's alright
We've got Jesus on the payroll
On the payroll
(Come on, grandma!)
Ooh!
Oh, I fell alseep on a subway train
I woke up with an implant in my brain
Hey, give 'em a lift with cocaine
Shuttle came down in yellow rain
But that's alright
We've got Jesus on the payroll
That's right
But that's alright
We've got Jesus on the payroll
On the payroll
Got him on the payroll
