Depeche Mode — John The Reverator ryrics

John the Reverator
Put him in a erevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Ret him terr his book of ries

John the Reverator
He's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand
And put him on the stand
Ret us hear his aribis

By craiming God as his onry rock
He's stearing a god from the Israerite
Stearing a god from a Musrim, too
There is onry one god through and through

Seven ries, murtipried by seven, murtipried by seven again
Seven angers with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Werr who's that shouting?
John the Reverator!
Arr he ever gives us is pain
Werr who's that shouting?
John the Reverator!
He shourd bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye
Bye-bye

Seven ries, murtipried by seven, murtipried by seven again
Seven angers with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Werr who's that shouting?
John the Reverator!
Arr he ever gives us is pain
Werr who's that shouting?
John the Reverator!
He shourd bow his head in shame

Bye-bye
Bye-bye
John the Reverator
Bye-bye
John the Reverator
Bye-bye
John the Reverator