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 ïn shame




By and by


By and by


John the Revelator


By and by


John the Revelator


By and by


John the Revelator