Gethsemane

It started with the moon that turned

An inexpensive room into St. Peter's

There's a parabolic story, but it's boring

And it ends how you'd expect

Forever dressing down

I'm like a stranger hanging round outside the Kingdom Hall

I'd have carried your wedding shawl---

You could've said I was a school friend

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up

They say it's just the sun, but I know that face

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Excavating down you'd find the drowning and the drowned

And then there's us, babe

You could walk to our memorial

But it's pouring, and it ends how you'd expect

I'd dig your dresses out and hang 'em round about the house

And turn the lights down low---

Now you're everywhere I go

Looking faintly disappointed

And you drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up

They say it's just the sun, but I know that face

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The devil's tricks just seem to sit so light on you

They'd never get the marionette this tight on you

In the parliamentary houses there'll be talk of what this is

With inexpert witnesses and evidence against us

But I'll take my pound of substance

From those insubstantial men

Whatever their arguments, I'll prove your innocence

Drag your holy horse cart in the sky when I wake up, oh yeah!

Testify allegiance with more puncture wounds than Jesus, oh yeah!

Every statue's weeping honey and it makes my sight go funny

Cause I'm over-sympathetic and I can't control myself

Leave that painful memory in the Garden of Gethsemane, oh yeah

Oh yeaaah....

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