Marketplace

The words of the prophet were simple and plain
And yet to the learned he sounded insane
He asked for repentance from all who have sinned
Not a reed simply swayed by the wind

And when the Messiah's turn came to pass
The savior was cursed by the same petty class
They said John had a demon, he tasted no wine
And Christ was a glutton, with drunkards he dined

Dayda dayday dadayday...

Their lines were not cute nor their gestures or voice
They played with the flute but the crowd won't rejoice
The watchman had sounded their trumpets to warn
They chanted a dirge but the people didn't mourn

Dayda dayday dadayday...

In Jesus's tradition his followers preached
The world's destitution they touched and they reached
But six thousand years never changed it a bit
The old and the same marketplace

We're looking for miracles, wonders and signs
For a marvelous spectacle we fall in line
For silver and gold and fine raiment and fame
As though they were a prize in a spiritual game

Dayda dayday dadayday...

We're deaf and we're mute and we gave them no chance
They fiddled the flute but then nobody danced
They're true to their words and their pledges they kept
They sang in a dirge but nobody wept

Dayda dayday dadayday...