Old John the baptist, old John divine    Leather harness round his line    His meat was locust and honey    Wild honey lord, wild honey       John saw that number    Way in the middle of the air    Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord       Old John the baptist, old John divine    Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time    God told the angel "go see about John"    So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist    Gathered wind in his fists so the stars round his wrists    Cryin' holy, holy to the lord       Read the revelations, you'll find him there    Third chapter, fourth verse where he said unto me    "There's a beast that rose out of the sea"    Ten crowns, ten crowns    On his horns write "blasphemy"    John couldn't read it (John couldn't read it)    Get on repeat it    John couldn't read it    Holy, holy to the Lord       There was a man, a pharisee    Who came by night to meet him    Said "I know thy teacher came from God cause no man can do such miracles    Without the lord to entreat him"    God told the angel "go see about John"    So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist    Gathered wind in his fists and the stars round his wrists    Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord    Holy, holy to the Lord    Holy, holy to the Lord...