1. |
Motorcade
03:22
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π€ Rock:
A sea of faces, banners and flags
Obscured the pavement and tower block flats
They cheered and waved to Him
In His scruffy pick-up truck
There displayed in flesh and blood
And something more
And something more
π€ The Crowd:
[chanting] Hail The King! Hail The King!
The hopes of our nation real at last
Centuries waiting all left in the past
All hail His Majesty
He comes to set us free
To restore our sovereignty
And break the chains
Of slavery
[chanting] Hail The King! Hail The King!
π€ Rock:
He saw what they'd taken from us
A space that was sacred and good
The coffee chain franchise card shop french-fried
Extortion of glory
Enraged to the core, He
Freed us from market captivity
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2. |
Who Does He Think He Is?
04:10
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π€ The Elite:
Who does He think He is?
Trashing the place like this
As if He has all this authority
As if that mob tops our theocracy
Who does He think He is?
Who do You think You are?
Who has set You apart?
Tell us from where comes Your right to lead
As if You were some kind of royalty
Who do You think You are?
π€ Rock:
The answer: a question
A question unanswered
π€ The Elite:
What are we going to do?
We can't let Him play us for fools
Come here you two and listen up cause
Cause we've got a way we can end this stuff
Here are the lines for you...
π€ The Two Phonies:
Please tell us honest Sir
We know You don't mince Your words
Should we pay up all the taxes
That the occupiers ask of the masses
Or do You think that absurd?
π€ Rock:
And so He responded:
β "Refund them their dollars"
He told a story of reprobates
Left watching over a rich man's estate
They thought they'd take it
With their mates
They beat his officers
And killed his son and heir
And what would he do
When he got back there?
π€ The Elite:
Who does He think He is
Slandering us like this?
Making up stories to sway the crowd
This libellous rot cannot be allowed
How does He think He is?
How do we shut Him up?
Nip this lot in the bud?
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3. |
Wish I Could Stay
05:18
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π€ Rock:
I didn't know then
Why He washed my filthy feet
If I could go back again
I would stay forever
One among twelve men
Delusions and self-images
Met with a sudden end
He told us straight
One betrayer
One a snake
One question...
π€ The Twelve:
Is it me?
π€ Rock:
Bread torn to pieces
Wine cast red foreshadows
A darkness we needed
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4. |
At Night, In The Park
05:36
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π€ Rock:
I'd never seen Him look so scared
How His body seemed to fold
Sweat like black blood drops from His head
As the night was growing cold
In a voice that strained and cracked
Under the weight of what would follow
Praying it would not come to pass:
β "Save me from tomorrow,
β But what You want
β Not what I want"
Why could I not stay awake
When He needed me the most
And all He asked of me
Was to keep watch at my post?
I think maybe I was traumatised
To see Him so undone
But my exhausted, heavy eyes
He opened, saying:
β "Here they come!
β Up and let's go
β Up and let's go"
How - after everything?
Why - after all we'd seen?
Is it any wonder that I snapped?
A rogue firework into a crowd all sparks and cracks
Smacking hard, nasty and fast
Until my Master said
Until my Master said:
β "Stop what you're doing
β Lest you forget
β Those who live violently
β Die violent deaths
β This is their time now
β This has to be
β As it is written it must
β Happen to me"
He healed the ear I smashed up and said:
β "Am I some dangerous
β Terrorist thug?
β Why have you brought with you
β Switch blades and clubs?
β You could have caught
β Me any day
β I was no threat
β Why are you
β Afraid?"
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5. |
Show Trial (part 1)
04:26
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π€ The Elite:
You
You who set all order askew
Brain-rotter, brain-washer
What have You taught them?
What fake news did You spew?
[Chanting starts]
We're going to end You and where are Your friends
That fickle mob that You aim to derange?
Has the great teacher no lesson of lies to preach
Defending His case, that's so strange
Are You who they say you are?
Are You who they say you are?
You are?
You are
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6. |
Rock's Soliloquy
02:45
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π€ Rock:
And where was I?
Keeping warm at the back
Watching from the half-light
A hunched, nervous rat
The one He called "Rock"
Faulted and cracked
I said I didn't even know Him
And as I heard the cockerel crowing
As He looked over
As the cold air smouldered
All that I could do was
Run
Thought I was better than that
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7. |
Show Trial (part 2)
04:10
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π€ The Elite:
We've got You got You got You now
Your life depending on a rubber stamp
It's just a tick box exercise with our occupiers
And we can be persuasive given half a chance
Good morning sir could you come outside
We've got a criminal here that needs to be tried
π€ The Governor:
Such a quiet man
He offers no defence
And I don't understand
You claim no capital offence
It's just religious stuff
It's not a wrong for us to right
It's just a war of words
No need for us to take His life
He goes free
π€ The Elite:
He's a terrorist rebellious dangerous force
He's been kicking up riots all over the shop
And unless you want a riot right now of course
We suggest you subject Him to the fullest penalty of the law
We'd do it ourselves but you're occupying us
You'd better go ahead and authorise it
π€ The Governor:
Such troubled dreams
My conscience seems to know
And so much to fear
That crowd a powder keg about to blow
So here's the deal
You decide who goes home free
Is it your quiet man
Or is it your dangerous revolutionary?
π€ The Elite:
Free the one who's freedom fighting
π€ The Crowd:
Free the one who's freedom fighting
π€ The Governor:
And what do I do with the other guy then?
π€ The Elite:
Whip Him, strip Him, crucify Him!
π€ The Crowd:
Whip Him, strip Him, crucify Him!
[chanting] Crucify! Crucify!
π€ The Governor:
But He's an innocent man!
An innocent man!
I'm washing my hands!
I'm washing my hands!
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8. |
Spectacle
04:28
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π€ The Soldiers:
All hail His Majesty most high
Dressed up and ready for the show
A coronation with thorny spines
On a head sore from a hundred blows
A purple robe
A purple robe
Make way make way before the King
A children's castle playset dolly thing
A subject of the rules of the game we're in
A dangling piΓ±ata to pull the punters in
While we throw dice so as not to waste
Whatever royal rags He had to His name
π€ The Crowd:
Come down, come down, show us if You can
He saved everybody else why can't He save himself?
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9. |
Why
04:44
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π€ Rock:
Why were You stripped and hung
In what should be my place?
Shouldering all my wrongs
Holding all my weight
The sun shone dark then
When I deserved
That penalty
How could You love me?
I know why You were hung up there
I think back to the motorcade
That crowd whose cheers filled the air
Had in mind the wrong kind of slave
Everyone
Everywhere
The rotten lot of us set free
Free from guilt
Free from despair
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π€ The Women:
You sat with us while the world walked on
You spoke to us while the world kept schtum
This world that treated You like scum
And when we thought that You were gone
No one to care for Your broken form
And when we thought that You were gone
And when we thought that You were gone
We thought wrong
π€ The Messenger:
You will not find Him here with these stones
That mark out the moments that souls owned these bones
Look for the living that will never die
Look for the living and you will find life
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11. |
Finale
07:07
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π€ Rock:
He's alive
So even death can die
He's alive
Come write it in the sky
Though no one's good enough
His message to the earth is
β "Come here
β And I will wash your dirt away
β Come here
β Bring your troubles and your pain
β To me"
He's alive
Come join the victory cry
He's alive
Whatever guilt you know
His message to your soul is:
β "Come here
β And I will serve your time
β Come here
β Come join your life with mine
β And have no fear"
And where was I?
Pushed a little out to the sea
And then I saw Him calling to me
And I knew then sweet eternity
Did I love Him?
Did I love Him?
Did I love Him?
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