Good Friday Lyrics

The party wasn't rolling like a deathtrap down a hill

The pages of the novel were like cactus to the quill

A pint of blood and body where the bread and wine still cried

The party wasn't rolling on the night that Jesus died

The mob had been like anthills on the road to Calvary

The savior fell and walked again it was quite a sight to see

As blood dripped from a thorny crown the Christians hid inside

Guarding all their assets on the night that Jesus died

The hammer like a drumbeat as they nailed him to the cross

What Caesar took as victory was mankind's greatest loss

They talk about it now just like a song that they once denied

But nobody was singing on the night that Jesus died

Bleeding from his palms and ankles, hanging in the air

The wind blew cold and evil in a whisper of despair

Another crime of greed and lust and petty human pride

But no one was convicted on the night that Jesus died

With a gaze up to the heavens like a flower to the sun

His cracked exhausted lips soon muttered

Father it is done

Naked on the timbers now with nothing left to hide

The cricket's made no noises on the night that Jesus died

Well the party wasn't rolling like it was on Christmas Eve

They couldn't find a single mind with the courage to believe

I heard a naked woman scream

The prophets must've lied

Because truth was in a coma on the night that Jesus died

No the party wasn't rolling like a deathtrap down a hill

The pages of the novel were like cactus to the quill

A pint of blood and body where the bread and wine still cried

No the party wasn't rolling on the night that Jesus died

On the night that Jesus died