THE SECOND COMING

Hand over that bottle of good stuff this way
'Cause I just saw Jesus on the South Eastern train
Travellin undercover in worn out shoes
And an old leather jacket his dad had used
Back when Abel had his little bit of scrap with Cain
And Eve put on a fern to keep out the rain
I know because he told me after blowin his nose
And sayin' he couldn't remember the last time weather'd been this good

Sweet tears in pieces
Soft sell is on the run and
Low pressure
In full measure
Three cheers for the Second Coming

Well, bud, you can imagine I was doubting my sight
And his words kinda put a damper on my night
I tried to laugh him off and invite him to a drink
And he said "Hell yes, I could do with a swig
I can't tell how tough it's at the office these days
Got staff running round like rats in a maze
And Pop gets his fits more from time to time
Well, to hear and see all must be a bit of a bugger sommetimes
More wine!"

Sweet tears...

Well, what can I say, he was cool enough
And all of the songs he knew each and every word of
You should've heard half of the stories he told
Till the place all of a sudden started turning cold
Then He looked at his watch and gave a small cry
And said "Hey I'm sorry, but I gotta fly!"
And was off like the wind with a chill in his wake
And me with a cold I just can't seem to shake

Sweet tears...


Words and music by Tor Kristian Berg
©2004