The Judge (original words and music)
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Oh I totally forgot the lyrics...here you go
The walls are white like marble, And they're lovely from without
Not a spot, nor crack nor wrinkle can be seen
But inside are just leftovers, and the bones, that clack too thin
But all is well from the outside, looking in.
His appearance, was as lightning, and clothes as white as snow
But God will strike you white walled sepulture
His pride brought low, the ax head drowned, the battle it began
And it started on the outside, looking in
Chorus
Book of the heart, pried opened
The pages weighted down
Each one was scratched with pain, and hate, now hard
Oh bitter was the sweetness, each time the twisted grin
And the lock put back, the outside looking in
The coldness of the city streets, and the footsteps as they passed
The outsides looking in, they do the same
Their gazes stiff like iron, their posture follows suit
And the white walls walk abreast, their lies, their loot
But the smell of something wonderful rises in his breath
Two feet I see his sandals in the night
Two hands reach out, and I hear a prayer
And He leads me from joy's drought
For the first time I am inside looking out
The walls are white like marble, And they're lovely from without
Not a spot, nor crack nor wrinkle can be seen
But inside are just leftovers, and the bones, that clack too thin
But all is well from the outside, looking in.
His appearance, was as lightning, and clothes as white as snow
But God will strike you white walled sepulture
His pride brought low, the ax head drowned, the battle it began
And it started on the outside, looking in
Chorus
Book of the heart, pried opened
The pages weighted down
Each one was scratched with pain, and hate, now hard
Oh bitter was the sweetness, each time the twisted grin
And the lock put back, the outside looking in
The coldness of the city streets, and the footsteps as they passed
The outsides looking in, they do the same
Their gazes stiff like iron, their posture follows suit
And the white walls walk abreast, their lies, their loot
But the smell of something wonderful rises in his breath
Two feet I see his sandals in the night
Two hands reach out, and I hear a prayer
And He leads me from joy's drought
For the first time I am inside looking out
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