David Gillis

Lyrics

Here comes the holy man, bible in his hand.
His suit’s been pressed, he’s so well dressed,
He’s come to heal the land.
Children he’ll make you all into brothers, brothers in arms
He’s come to raise the dead, raise the dead, raise the dead.


He’s meek, he rides on an ass, the king of presidents
He’s on his throne, his law’s set in stone
It’s for the good of the promised land
Beware of what he can do, He’s a one man wrecking crew
He’s come to raise the dead, raise the dead, raise the dead.


Now if you go to that land, with weapon in your hand
You dare not look in that holy book
It will only confuse your mind
Don’t question what this plan lacks, remember
He’s got your back

He’s come to raise the dead, raise the dead, raise the dead.
He’s come to raise the dead, raise the number of the dead.

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Words & Music by David Gillis
© copyright 2007