I been tearing
And I been torn
The temple steps
Are smooth and warm
What Judas been doing
There ain't no knowing
On the olive vine
Something different is growing
[x4]
Lazarus on down
One eyed crow
Tapping on a windowpane
Little boy raised a cup
In cyaphast's name
The potter's field
Blood beneath the tree
That money's gone son
What's left, you owe me
[x4]
Is that hope
In the shepherd's eyes?
Or just another
Little dark surprise?
I'm just like you, dad,
Thin and cold
If you didn't know it
Well now you know