Текст песни 11 - John The Revelator (Murk Mode remix)

John the Revelator!

John the Revelator
Put him in an elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top
Where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies

John the Revelator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis

By claiming God as his holy right
He's stealing a God from the Israelite
Stealing a God from the Muslim too
There is only one God through and through

Seven lies multiplied by seven
Multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train

Well, who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well, who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

By and by
By and by
By and by
By and by

Seven lies multiplied by seven
Multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train

Well, who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
All he ever gives us is pain
Well, who's that shouting?
John the Revelator!
He should bow his head in shame

By and by
By and by
By and by
By and by
By and by
By and by

John the Revelator!