Simon Zealote / Poor Jerusalem

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

You'll get the power and the glory

For ever and ever and ever

You'll get the power and the glory

For ever and ever and ever

For ever and ever and ever

Poor Jerusalem

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