Thought Industry - Michigan Jesus lyrics

[Brent:] Christ, you've toiled hard. So grab a stool. You get to buy the first round. [Jesus:] Guiness Stout? [Brent:] I'll cleanse your feet with my beer. We'll have another round, Collin. May I bum a smoke? Thank you. [Jesus:] Citizens, the proletariat will rise. Marx was right to believe in something new. [Dippy:] Can I quote that? [Jesus:] Government, reduced to a momentary guard. I was born just a man within a plan. [Lippy:] That's with a "J", right? [Brent:] Christ, the girls are onto you. A godless herd. But I don't believe in god either. [Jesus:] And neither do I. [Brent:] Let's pound some shots of Quervo. I'm always thinking wrong loaded. So, damn it, come along. We'll sing. [Jesus, Brent, and the People:] Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. Tralala lalalalalalalala lalalalalala lalala. [Dippy:] Genius, who's your agent? [Lippy:] Is that in Hebrew? [Brent:] I'm outta here. Call me a taxi. Christ, my keys. You sure know how to drink my friend J.C. [Dippy:] I love you. [People:] Adieu, adieu, and yes we love you Jesus, too. Please come back to conclude in lost Hebrew. [Lippy:] Please, don't leave. [Jesus:] Thank you much. Come meet my wife at the laundromat.