Song Description
Paradise Lost
| Song Length |
3:18 |
Genre |
Rock - Easy Listening |
Lyrics
Paradise Lost
(c)Willie McCulloch/Billy Ray Jarrell,2003
The last time I saw Jesus
He was headed for the coast
With a suitcase full of crosses
Signed by the Holy Ghost
With bruises on his halo
And a sadness in His eyes
He thought the City of Angels
Would afford him some disguise
He's running from the madness in the temples
He's hiding from the martyrs in the mosques
In His name they draw their swords
To claim their just rewards
They don't realize it's Paradise Lost
Words can be like weapons
And children learn to speak
The language of the neighbourhood
The language of the street
The sinners and the lepers
The Gentile and the Jew
All looking for a Saviour
But His saving days are through
He's running from the madness in the temples
He's hiding from the martyrs in the mosques
In His name they draw their swords
To claim their just rewards
They don't realize it's Paradise Lost