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Simon Zealotes

 

Simon Zealotes


Christ, you know I love you; did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved!
Christ, you know I love you; did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved
Jesus, I am with you; touch me, touch me, Jesus!
Jesus, I am on your side; kiss me, kiss, me Jesus!

Christ, what more do you need to convince you
That you've made it and you're easily as strong
As the filth from Rome who rape our country
And who've terrorized our people for so long?

Christ you know I love you; did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved
Christ you know I love you; did you see I waved?
I believe in you and God, so tell me that I'm saved
Jesus, I am with you; touch me, touch me, Jesus!
Jesus, I am on your side; kiss me, kiss me, Jesus!

There must be over fifty thousand
Screaming love and more for you
And every one of fifty thousand
Would do whatever you ask him to
Keep them yelling their devotion
But add a touch of hate at Rome
You will rise to a greater power
We will win ourselves a home!
You'll get the power and the glory
For ever and ever and ever
Amen! Amen!

Neither you, Simon, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews
Nor Judas, nor the twelve, nor the Priests, nor the scribes
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all
Understand at all

If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes
But you close your eyes
While you live, your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem
To conquer death you only have to die
You only have to die

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