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 a 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 (John the Revelator)

By and by (John the Revelator)

By and by (John the Revelator)