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10,000 Maniacs

Genres: Rock

Jubilee Lyrics - 10,000 Maniacs

He fills the flower vases, trims the candle bases 

Takes small change from the poor box, Tyler has the key 

He takes nail and hammer to tack up the banner 

Of felt scraps glued together reading, Jesus lives in me 

Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher 

God is feeling your every pain 

 

Repair the Christmas stable, restore the plaster Angel 

Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel 

For Bible study in the church basement 

Hear children Gospel citing, Matthew 17:15 

Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher 

Raised to the ceiling tell God your pain 

 

To him the world's defiled in lot he sees a likeness there 

He swears this Sodom will burn down 

Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall 

Where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly 

 

Black hands on white shoulders 

White hands on black shoulders 

Dancing, and you know what's more 

 

He's God's mad disciple, a righteous title for the Word he heard 

He so misunderstood though simple minded a crippled man 

To know this man is to fear this man to shake when, to shake when 

To shake when he comes wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem 

Do what they did to the unfaithful 

 

Boys at the Jubilee slowly sink into brown bag whiskey 

Drinking and reeling on their feet 

Girls at the Jubilee in low-cut dresses 

Yield to the caresses and the man-handling 

 

Black hands on white shoulders 

White hands on black shoulders 

Dancing, and you know what's more 

 

Through the tall blades of grass he heads for the Jubilee 

With a bucket in his right hand full of rags soaked in gasoline 

He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath 

He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite 

He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames 

Rising higher toward the trees sirens wailing now toward the scene 

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Copyright: Christian Burial Music

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