Gethsemane
There are Romans at the gate
With their crosses and their whips
There's a wound in my side
That aches to my fingertips
And the night is drawing in
The wind is in the east
Listen up all you disciples
Nobody leaves
This is the time of prophecy
This is our Gethsemane
And all y'all swore to follow me
So nobody leaves
No, nobody leaves
Stay with me
David be the death of me
Past and future cease to be
Lord grant me this one simplicity
Oh, David be the death of me
And they say he grew more human
As he neared upon his death
Death is looking close
But I feel God in every breath
It is the second greatest story
I don't care if I return
We don't need no water
Let the motherfucker burn
This is the time of prophesy
This is our Gethsemane
And all y'all swore to follow me
So let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
We need the victory
We need the press
We need it for the ATF
We need the victory
We need the press
We need it for the ATF
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
Oh, no
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
This thing will not stand
Oh, no
David be the death of me
Past and future cease to be
Lord grant me this one simplicity
Oh, David be the death of me
David be the death of me
Past and future cease to be
Lord grant me this one simplicity
Oh, David be the death of me
Remember the Alamo
Defend the Alamo
Remember the brave who died
For an idea
Remember the Alamo
Defend the Alamo
Remember the Alamo
I'm a rockstar
If they had only tried to understand
A blaze of light, a falling curtain
They'd have seen the Godhead in a man
If you could see the world through my eyes
Then you would see the world anew
See that you're ants and that you're dying
You'd see nothing of the truth
Oh, there are Romans at the gate
With their crosses and their whips
There's a wound in my side
That aches to my fingertips
This is the time of prophecy
This is my Gethsemane
The whole wide world
Is following
The whole wide world
The whole wide world
The whole wide world
The whole wide world