Jesus, Judas, an' the Apple Tree by Michael Machicek
Well I’m Livin’ Up In Heaven
But I’m Dyin’ Here On Hell
Some People Try To Tell Me
That things Are goin’ Well
Down Here On Hell
(We Know It’s Late,
We Know We Hate
To Reach... The End Of The Line)

The Man is on the Street
The Man is on the Phone
The Man Has a Mission
The Man Must Find a Home
(He Knows it’s Late,
He Knows He Hates
To Reach... The End Of The Line)

She’s ridin’ down the HighWay
Doin’ A Hundred And Ten
Lookin’ At All The Cars...
And All The Men
(She Knows it’s Late,
She Knows She Hates
To Reach... The End Of The Line)

Well, The Man finds Her
An’ She finds The Man

Now They’re Ridin’ Down The HighWay
Doin’ A Hundred and Ten
Lookin’ at all The Cars
An’ All The Women
(They Know it’s Late,
They Know they Hate
To Reach... The End Of The Line.)

She Has A Lot To Give
He Takes A Train To Cry
She Just Wants To Live! Live! Live!
He Just Wants To Know Why? Why? Why?

In The End It’s Plain
In The End It’s The Pain
That Makes Them Tick...
...Tick
...Tick