Suits And Ties Lyrics

So you have more bass in you sports car.
So your wallet chain hangs down real far, I bet
it made you wreck your skateboardf, didn't it?
You bought your shirt with change off the window sill,
and the pantlegs keep getting bigger still.
I'm one of you, the alterna-few.

What could God see in my eyes?
Jesus is for suits and ties.
What do I have that God could use?
Doesn't Jesus live in wooden pews?

I saw your faded rebel flag
in the back window of your extended cab, and not to be mean,
but aren't those your little brother's jeans?
You got your snake skin boots and your wide-brimmed hat
and your belt buckle's a Tennessee road map,
yeah life's a test.
Gotta be bigger and badder than the rest.

Then I found to my surprise, Jesus Christ has x-ray eyes.
And one small thing that I forgot:
His treasure is my heart.