Thoughts On "Jesus Take the Wheel"

A sampling of the song's sacchrine lyrics:

She was drivin' last Friday on her way to Cincinnati On a snow white Christmas Eve
Goin' home to see her Mama and her Daddy
With the baby in the back seat
Fifty miles to go and she was runnin' low
On faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year

She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was goin' way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared, she threw her hands up in the air

(Chorus)
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
'Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel

Such a dreadful song--and the poor girl--her first mistake was not getting an abortion. If I were in that car, rather than asking Jesus to take the wheel, I'd probably be thinking more along the lines of, "Oh well. At least now I don't have to watch my parents pretend to appreciate my shitty presents. I'm so glad I popped all those muscle relaxers before I left the house."

The far-more-tolerable chippymunk cover, however, would make a fierce club track.