Don’t drink the water
Don’t drink the wine
Like lambs to the slaughter
It’s gospel time
Every word’s been written down
Mis-in-ter-pret-ed
Every word’s been written down
In the book of the dead
Go read the Gospels
Read every verse
They’re not a blessing, friend
Every word’s a curse
Say the word the wrong way
You’ll be marked for death
Say the word the right way
That’s your shibboleth
Think your God’s the right one
A better God than mine
I’ll keep my water, friend
You can keep your wine
I’ve seen your name on billboards
Letters ten foot tall and higher
I know who you are and who you’re not
You’re not the New Messiah
The crowd has fallen at your feet
Waiting to be healed
Pay your money, take your chances
All will be revealed
Don’t drink the water
Don’t drink the wine
Like lambs to the slaughter
It’s gospel time
© David Burne, Control, May 2010
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