NEED A JOB

(Timothy Brickley and David Rheins)

  Oh, Lord. Oh, God.

  You know I need a break.

  I need a job.

Have to pay for the wife and kid.

Have to pay for those things I did.

   Oh, Lord. Oh, God.

   You know I need a break.

   I need a job.

Grew up in the Midwest,

where my parents couldn’t care less.

They put no trust in spirit,

did not want to hear it.

   Oh, Lord. Oh, God.

   You know I need a break.

   I need a job.

Got to get out once in a while.

Got to let my inner kid smile.

   Oh, Lord. Oh, God.

   You know I need a break.

   I need a job.

I’m an imperfect soul.

Jesus Christ, make me whole.

Nothing left for me to say,

Lord, on my knees, can’t you hear me pray?

                                                                                   Copyright 2005, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.