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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Junior Brother
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronan Kealy
Composer
John ‘Spud’ Murphy
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronan Kealy
Producer
Julie McLarnon
Producer
John ‘Spud’ Murphy
Producer
Lyrics
1) Execution,
2) Prosecution,
3) Elevation over fire.
4) Incarceration,
5) Laceration to the face
And brow bearing a crown of wire.
His eyes are made of tears
And perspiration under Middle Eastern sun,
Heaven waits for King Jessup,
When His final hour comes.
His final hour comes
6) Self-flagellation
(The wasps are stinging themselves dry),
7) Coarse gravel to knees,
Jagged sand to the thigh
Uttering holy curses,
Is it better to die for your parish
Than for old orders from on high,
With the whites of our eyes,
Maybe everything's changed
And satan's in the sky,
And congregations burst through the
Church doors each Sunday,
Safe from the flames licking the windows,
And they'll count their beads
'Til they get what they long for and need,
Not knowing they're all already in Hell,
8) With a surge of wet steel
The Earth's curses are lifted,
And Heaven revealed through the wound and through space.
Before dying he catches God's face
And in agony screams "Get me out of this place",
But the bell has been rung,
As His name loudly sung
Is bounced up and down through the cracked rafters
And into the bread and the cup
And the ending comes after,
Ended with a tongue that could tell stories if it had eyes,
To shock and recoil but to no one's surprise,
As the dead are lifted from the hollows of earth,
Too young to remember dying, but too old to forget,
Could they see the cruel shovel and knife,
As the pious said don't worry young one
Everything will be alright?
9) The breath of a mighty storm
Blows the black habits and robes back to Hell,
And the violence aswell,
'Til all that remains is a gold carcass
Spread across the world,
That is dead
But is breathing for them without breath.
Three nails, a cross
And an ideal son,
Heaven waits
For King Jessup,
When His nine trials are done.
Dead young lifted,
From a long rest.
Too young to remember dying,
Too old to forget.
Earth's floor shifted.
If I don't want to die for cowards then neither did He.
Neither did He
Well then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He
Then neither did He, then neither did He,
Than dy-da-da da da dye-dih da-da
Da-um
Ah-ah-ah-Ah
Ohm
Ohm
Ohm
Ohm
Ohm
Ohm
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