John T. Wurzer - Good Friday Lyrics

The party wasn't rolling like a deathtrap down a hill
The pages of the novel were like cactus to the quill
A pint of blood and body where the bread and wine still cried
The party wasn't rolling on the night that Jesus died

The mob had been like anthills on the road to Calvary
The savior fell and walked again it was quite a sight to see
As blood dripped from a thorny crown the Christians hid inside
Guarding all their assets on the night that Jesus died

The hammer like a drumbeat as they nailed him to the cross
What Caesar took as victory was mankind's greatest loss
They talk about it now just like a song that they once denied
But nobody was singing on the night that Jesus died

Bleeding from his palms and ankles, hanging in the air
The wind blew cold and evil in a whisper of despair
Another crime of greed and lust and petty human pride
But no one was convicted on the night that Jesus died

With a gaze up to the heavens like a flower to the sun
His cracked exhausted lips soon muttered
Father it is done
Naked on the timbers now with nothing left to hide
The cricket's made no noises on the night that Jesus died

Well the party wasn't rolling like it was on Christmas Eve
They couldn't find a single mind with the courage to believe
I heard a naked woman scream
The prophets must've lied
Because truth was in a coma on the night that Jesus died

No the party wasn't rolling like a deathtrap down a hill
The pages of the novel were like cactus to the quill
A pint of blood and body where the bread and wine still cried
No the party wasn't rolling on the night that Jesus died
On the night that Jesus died