[Verse 1]
In ancient Palestine, a Roman middle manager
Dresses down a radical
"I have a backlog of so-called prophets
You are of a multitude"
The offender said, "I witness truth"
Perplexed and filled with pique
The jailer replied, "Truth, what is it?"
[Verse 2]
Outside of Darlington, 1963
On certain mornings a specter appeared
In a well-appointed back garden
Its voice was still heard
After the sun had burned away its image
Consulting physicists and mediums
The man he realized
It was a relative living a 1000 miles away
Half sister was thinking of him
Very poorly on those mornings
[Verse 3]
In Northern Michigan
There was an incident in winter
A horse was hit by lightning
And began to speak in a foreign language
When he was finally understood
It repeated, "Humans are no good"
So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him
He's now on display as a lesson
For the kids to always do your best
Do your best always
In ancient Palestine, a Roman middle manager
Dresses down a radical
"I have a backlog of so-called prophets
You are of a multitude"
The offender said, "I witness truth"
Perplexed and filled with pique
The jailer replied, "Truth, what is it?"
[Verse 2]
Outside of Darlington, 1963
On certain mornings a specter appeared
In a well-appointed back garden
Its voice was still heard
After the sun had burned away its image
Consulting physicists and mediums
The man he realized
It was a relative living a 1000 miles away
Half sister was thinking of him
Very poorly on those mornings
[Verse 3]
In Northern Michigan
There was an incident in winter
A horse was hit by lightning
And began to speak in a foreign language
When he was finally understood
It repeated, "Humans are no good"
So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him
He's now on display as a lesson
For the kids to always do your best
Do your best always
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