| You let me read your pretty poetry |
| And I fell for your trailer park majesty |
| And I, When I said I’d die for you (for you) |
| I didn’t mean for you to write the eulogy |
| You betrayed yourself and me too |
| I know you lie when it’s true |
| Jesus saves white trash, baby, like you |
| It’s too late for you to undo |
| Jesus saves white trash, baby, like you |
| I should appreciate the irony |
| Cause I led us both to my Gethsemane |
| And I, I don’t hate you I hate love (it's true) |
| I held you so close I couldn’t see |
| While you had the grander view |
| I know sometimes it’s true |
| (Jesus saves white trash, baby like you) |
| We make what we can’t undo |
| (Jesus saves white trash, baby like you) |
| I know you lie when it’s true |
| Jesus saves white trash, baby like you |
| It’s too late for you to undo |
| Jesus saves white trash, baby like you |
| I know sometimes it’s true |
| (Jesus saves white trash, baby like you) |
| We make what we can’t undo |
| (Jesus saves white trash, baby like you) |