Thank You Jack White (For the Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)

Backstage in Detroit
And the room is full of smoke and apprehension
We’d been playing shows
As the warm-up and the band for Beck Hansen
In walks Jack, says — «How'd ya do?"(Oh yeah)
Then he handed me this wonderful statue.
And I said, «Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
It shined so bright
That I couldn’t help believin' it would save me.
When I finally got it home
My whole neighborhood was aglow
And I said, «Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
(Here comes the pick)
(Oh Yeah)
Jack and Meg are funny
They got a modern backwards-liberal family code
Brother and sister
Playing rock 'n' roll and doing it on the road
I bet that van begin to stink
But then I wonder — oh — what Christ would think.
I said, «Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
It shined so bright
That I couldn’t help believin' it would save me.
And when I finally got it home
My whole neighborhood was aglow
And I said, «Thank you Jack White
For the fiber-optic Jesus that you gave me.»
(Nice one)