Resurrection

Old Lazarus
He is pure soul
Surrounded by holy lights
Old Lazarus
He is pure soul
Surrounded by holy lights
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed
Old Lazarus
A voice calls his name
The sound burns his ears
Old Lazarus
He did not see the man
The sun blinded his eyes
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed
Old Lazarus
His sins must be great
Cursed by his own beating heart
Old Lazarus
His family cries for bread
Lashed to the plow once more
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed
Old Lazarus
Now the police know your name
You're hauled before the court
Old Lazarus
Praise what I have done wrong
You show me what I cannot have
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed
Old Lazarus
Is old Job in a dream
Moving with a windstorm across the sand
Old Lazarus
He is pure soul
Surrounded by holy lights
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
You promise to make up
My dying bed