Who's that man in the mirror by
the bar looking ugly and older
than his shadows and his scars?
He ain't closed his eyes in two days,
maybe three.
Holy shit, it's me
Had a friend named Jesus
back in 1965
But the son of a bitch,
he stole three chords
And kept his dreams alive
But who just found him missing years
And set that damn fool free
Holy shit, it is me
Holy shit, this is it
If you don't stand for nothin', boys,
you might as well just quit
Mary Mary,
don't you think that's kinda scary?
Bring on the Holy Ghost
Let's drink a toast to holy shit
And the devil's in the corner
of that smoky subway room
Mixing the dead with Radiohead,
with Beck and Rolling Stones
Some fool's rolling snake eyes,
now he's looking for a four and a three
Holy shit, it is me
Holy shit, this is it
If you don't stand for nothing, girls,
you might as well just quit
Mary, Mary,
don't you think that's kind of scary?
Bring on the Holy Ghost,
let's drink a toast.
Holy shit.
I've seen them eyes before,
I've had that scared look on my face.
And I've watched the world
turn inside out
while I stood in just one place
Now who jumped in that firing line?
Cause it's just what he had to do
Holy shit
It's you!
Holy shit
This is it
If you don't stand for nothing, boys,
you might as well just leave
Mary, Mary,
don't you think it's kinda scary?
Bring on the Holy Ghost
Let's drink a toast to holy shit
Mary, Mary
Holy shit
You