John the RevelatorPut him in a elevatorTake him up to the highest highTake him up to the top, where the mountains stopLet him tell his book of liesJohn the RevelatorHe's a smooth operatorIt's time we cut him down to sizeTake him by the handPut him on the standLet us hear his alibisBy claiming God as his only rockHe's stealing a god from the IsraeliteStealing a god from a Muslim, tooThere is only one God through and throughSeven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven againSeven angels with seven trumpetsSend them home on the morning trainWell 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 byBy and byBy and byBy and bySeven lies, multiplied by seven, multiplied by seven againSeven angels with seven trumpetsSend them home on the morning trainWell who's that shouting?John the Revelator!All he ever gives us is painWell who's that shouting?John the Revelator!He should bow his head in shameBy and byBy and byJohn the RevelatorBy and byJohn the RevelatorBy and byJohn the Revelator
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