Jersey

i had some friends i thought i trusted
they seemed pretty cool to me
they looked like maybe they were one of us
feeling things that you and i see

it took about a year for me to realize
they had no sense of honesty
and all the time i thought that i knew them
i was looking at their picture of me

my new friends took me to this art house party
then left me in a corner to die
but when i started up a conversation with someone
they came right over nice as pie

they wouldn’t introduce me to their sweetest friend
til they saw us both dissappear
i told them what i thought about them straight to their face
and i haven’t seen them now for a year

i can’t believe i fell for that line again
like god telling me i’m cursed
oh, you’d get to the promised land alright,
but you’d have to go through jersey first

i’m not like the people you might be used to
i hope I don’t remind you of them
i watch how you spread your mistrust and hatred
from where does all your anger stem

and why do you assume we want to be just like you
the way you pick and judge your friends
i’d like to come to jersey with you onc more time
but i don’t like the kharma they send

i can’t believe i even used to hang around you
i think maybe i was cursed
the sign said this way to the promised land
but you’ll have to go through jersey first

i can’t believe i fell for that line again
like god telling me i’m cursed
oh, you would get to the promised land alright
but you’d have to go through jersey first

words and music by Joe Herbert, copyright 2000