Djisas Songtext
von Damn Sessions

My very own djisas
He walks in the rain
On a terrible winter day
Just to wash my disgrace
He is not the kind of god
Who lets his own sons
Dying of thirst
Yeah, he′s one of the good ones
At least a gin on the rocks
Or a Southern comfort
I'm sure he will scream now
- This one... this one′s on my account!!!
'cause he's my particular Jesus
He′s a man I can count
He did a miracle last night
When I was just fading down
He′s my guide in the desert
He is my light on the tunnel


He is my support in this war
He covers my back while I'm covering a lot more
He′s my maid in the kitchen
Real food just to please us
He takes care of my cats
He is my personal Jesus
At least a gin on the rocks
Or a Southern comfort
I'm sure he will scream now
- This one... this one′s on my account count cunt
Account count cunt
He zaps my TV... he tunes in my radio
Turns around my vinyl... needle dropped... then the stereo
He is a hell of a god... he is my personal coach
He is my pal at the pub... he is my driver back home
But I should say "Thank you, lord"
You wish you have one... but you ain't... got... one
Ahah