Nicodemos

The Lyrics of Terry Hubbard

Nicodemos

No son of a rich man can give up his comfort

To any child left standing alone.

He calls on his dogs to “Clean up the rabble!”

And stifle that seed ‘fore it’s grown.

As he smiles in his wine o’er his sumptuous table,

And he raises his glass to his fate,

Does he know of the pain that his feast has begotten,

as he praises his glorious state?

No child of the wealthy lies dead in the gutter

With their dogs of war rollin’ by.

It was just his misfortune to be born with nothing

When the bombs all fell from the sky.

And the leaders of nations all gather together

To give us a wonderful show.

They speak with such beauty of their most sacred duty

To tell us all of the lies we should know.

Poor Nicodemos thought he loved the truth so,

But when it came to his money he just could not let go.

We all know that camel just won’t fit through the eye.

The true tale has been told, but a fool will still try.

When they come to find out there’ll be tears in the night,

Not one thing they can buy will save them.

They can run, they can hide, raise their fist to the sky,

But no one can buy Gods’ mercy.

If you think your money’s worth a poor mans’ love,

Better get off your camel, and speak to the Dove.

The time ain’t just comin’, it’s already here.

But you sure can’t know that inside a fortress of fear,

Made with blood and gold.