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 only right
He’s stealing a god
From the Israelites
Stealing a god
From a 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

Written by Martin Gore (c) 2005 Grabbing Hands Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd

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