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 mulitplied 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
John the Revelator
By and By
John the Revelator
By and By
John the Revelator
Writer(s): Dp, Christoph Kreuzer, Oliver Schmitt, Cord Vorhauer
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