You saw the miracles, you saw his eyes
yet you stand there screaming and pointing he lies
the richman and ruler laugh and giggle as he dies
while in a backcity alley the prostitute cries
So punch him , insult his name after all he's done
lashing his back a nine tailed cat whirling in the roman sun
you think it's just another foolish criminal caught on the run
even if all his accusers stood in line truth's number couldn't be found in one
You saw the healer, you saw his hands
he alone listened to the lepers pitiful demands
the poor farmer and his son begged him to heal their lands
while you seeing him with tax collectors cursed saying, "look where he stands"
Clenching your fist you think you can kill god
as if to can strike a mountain in two with a wooden rod
Mocker, Mocker with your head held high
scream at the King watch him die
only at the end you'll see why
for in the cage of life.....your just a fly
So tear out his heart and the whole world will bleed
the filthy and the devious would not even join such a deed
yet you would not listen to the mourners even as they plead
all the hate in this world took root in you like a cursed weed
And if some of his blood splattered on your face
would you be proud of it or stand in disgrace?
would you let your tears mix in with the red?
or would you coldly wipe it away instead?
And you call that justice, no facts or case
you call that right, more like a slap in the face
you call that winning, with a fixed horse in a fixed race
if righteouness were a pyramid, you'd be at the base
Cain filled hearts murdered him on a tree
while the angel died and a demon ran free
Mocker, Mocker with your remarks so snide
scream at the piper even as he is pied
only at the end as your about to be fried
you'll be unable to run much less hide
yet you stand there screaming and pointing he lies
the richman and ruler laugh and giggle as he dies
while in a backcity alley the prostitute cries
So punch him , insult his name after all he's done
lashing his back a nine tailed cat whirling in the roman sun
you think it's just another foolish criminal caught on the run
even if all his accusers stood in line truth's number couldn't be found in one
You saw the healer, you saw his hands
he alone listened to the lepers pitiful demands
the poor farmer and his son begged him to heal their lands
while you seeing him with tax collectors cursed saying, "look where he stands"
Clenching your fist you think you can kill god
as if to can strike a mountain in two with a wooden rod
Mocker, Mocker with your head held high
scream at the King watch him die
only at the end you'll see why
for in the cage of life.....your just a fly
So tear out his heart and the whole world will bleed
the filthy and the devious would not even join such a deed
yet you would not listen to the mourners even as they plead
all the hate in this world took root in you like a cursed weed
And if some of his blood splattered on your face
would you be proud of it or stand in disgrace?
would you let your tears mix in with the red?
or would you coldly wipe it away instead?
And you call that justice, no facts or case
you call that right, more like a slap in the face
you call that winning, with a fixed horse in a fixed race
if righteouness were a pyramid, you'd be at the base
Cain filled hearts murdered him on a tree
while the angel died and a demon ran free
Mocker, Mocker with your remarks so snide
scream at the piper even as he is pied
only at the end as your about to be fried
you'll be unable to run much less hide
