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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 Israelites Stealing a God From the 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 Иоанн Богослов Посади его в лифт. Отправь его на самую высокую высоту. Отправь его на вершину, Докуда даже горы не достают. Дай ему прочесть его книгу лжи. Иоанн Богослов. Он — ловкий делец. Пришло время поставить его на место, Схватить его за руку И поставить за трибуну — Послушаем его оправдания. Предъявляя претензии Богу, Как свое святейшее право, Он ворует Бога У израильтян. Ворует Бога И у мусульман тоже. Есть только один Бог. Во всех отношениях... Семь обманов, помноженных на семь, Помноженных еще раз на семь. Семь ангелов с семью трубами Отправили их туда, откуда они пришли, утренним поездом. Ну, и кто это кричит? Иоанн Богослов. Все, что он нам дает, — это боль. Ну, и кто это кричит? Иоанн Богослов. Ему следует склонить голову от стыда. Мало-помалу. Мало-помалу. Мало-помалу. Мало-помалу. Смотрите также:
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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 Israelites
Stealing a God
From the 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
John the Revelator
Put him in an elevator.
Send him to the highest height.
Send it to the top ,
How far do not reach even the mountains .
Let him read his book of lies.
St. John the Evangelist .
He - a smooth operator .
It's time to put it into place ,
Grab his arm
And put in the platform -
Let us listen to his excuses .
Making claims God
As his holy law,
He steals God
The Israelites .
steals God
And Muslims , too .
There is only one God.
In all respects ...
Seven deceptions , multiplied by seven ,
Multiplied by seven again .
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Sent them back to where they came from, the morning train .
Well, who is screaming?
St. John the Evangelist .
All he gives us - it's a pain .
Well, who is screaming?
St. John the Evangelist .
He should bow his head in shame.
Little by little.
Little by little.
Little by little.
Little by little.
