作曲：Annie Clark

I I prefer your love to Jesus

Little baby on your knees cause

The world has got you down

Name tagged tourists

Sick at the sight of them

Tight walking the sidewalk

In spite of them

As my headache moves from east to west

Mother won't you open your arms

And forgive me of all these

Bad thoughts I'm blinded

To the faces in the fog

But all the good in me is

Because of you

It's true

I I prefer your love to Jesus

I I prefer your love to Jesus

Little baby on your knees cause

The world has got you down

King sized country wearing your

Worries out

Headless heroes heaped by the pylons

As a careless sun sets on the West

Sure as mother licking her finger

To wipe the blush and

Smudge from my cheek and wonder

What will become of

Your little one

But all the good in me is because of you

It's true I I prefer your love to Jesus

I I prefer your love to Jesus

Little baby on your knees

Cause the world has got you down