Marketplace

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The words of the prophet were simple and plain

And yet to the learned he sounded insane

He asked for repentance from all who have sinned

Not a reed simply swayed by the wind

And when the Messiah's turn came to pass

The savior was cursed by the same petty class

They said John had a demon, he tasted no wine

And Christ was a glutton, with drunkards he dined

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Their lines were not cute nor their gestures or voice

They played with the flute but the crowd won't rejoice

The watchman had sounded their trumpets to warn

They chanted a dirge but the people didn't mourn

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In Jesus's tradition his followers preached

The world's destitution they touched and they reached

But six thousand years never changed it a bit

The old and the same marketplace

We're looking for miracles, wonders and signs

For a marvelous spectacle we fall in line

For silver and gold and fine raiment and fame

As though they were a prize in a spiritual game

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We're deaf and we're mute and we gave them no chance

They fiddled the flute but then nobody danced

They're true to their words and their pledges they kept

They sang in a dirge but nobody wept

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