Jesus, Jesus

Jesus, Jesus, could you tell me what the problem is
 With the world and all the people in it?
 Because I've been hearing stories 'bout the end of the world
 But I'm in love with a girl, and I don't wanna leave her
 And the television screams such hideous things
 They're talking about the war on the radio
 They say the whole thing's gonna blow
 And we will all be left alone
 No, we'll be dead, and we won't know what hit us
 Jesus, Jesus, if you're up there, won't you hear me?
 'Cause I've been wondering if you're listening for quite a while
 And Jesus, Jesus, it's such a pretty place we live in
 And I know we fucked it up, but please, be kind
 Don't let us go out like the dinosaurs
 Or blown to bits in a Third World War
 There are a hundred different things I'd still like to do
 I'd like to climb to the top of the Eiffel Tower
 Look up from the ground at a meteor shower
 And maybe even raise a family
 Jesus, Jesus, there are those that say they love you
 But they have treated me so goddamn mean
 And I know you said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do"
 But sometimes I think they do
 And I think about you
 And if all the heathens burn in hell, do all their children burn as well?
 What about the Muslims and the gays and the unwed mothers?
 And what about me and all my friends?
 Are we all sinners if we sin?
 Does it even matter in the end if we're unhappy?
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 Jesus, Jesus, I'm still looking for answers
 Though I know that I won't find them here tonight
 But Jesus, Jesus, could you call me if you have the time?
 And maybe we could meet for coffee and work it out
 And maybe then I'll understand what it's all about