Evan Alexander Moore - Mary Magdalene Lyrics

They claim to know God, but they deny him by what they do
Ye shall make ye no idols, nor a graven image
Neither a rear up or a standing image
Set up any image of stone
I am the Lord, your God

O the angels is really singin' out tonight
The sun hits the ground, Lucy sings out ya name
On the patio, He is bummin' round for a light
In walks Mary Magdalene with her cocktail frame

She says it's alright
It's a good time

The storm is a brewin', out behind the bar
As guests file in out of the taxi cars
Worker's run around, passin' out apple cider
Mary grows confused, until someone starts to guide her
The bartender's mashing bitters in his holy grail
Ephesians, are always gonna fail... The man says
"Mary, ya gonna need this if ya want a chance to get home"
He cuts her up a line, she shuffles it to her nose

He says it's alright
It's a good time

Security's tryna take away Cain's gun
Abraham's praying for his murdered son
The priest is sellin' indulgences at the door
Promisin' your sins He'll forgive forever more
Somewhere in the muck, Levite leaves his concubine
She gets eaten up, by the big boned phillestines
Mary stares down the hall, the vision gets hazy
But the glory in her veins, she says feels amazin'

He says it's alright
It's a good time

Well it's gettin' too rowdy, and the band's hauled away
Men of bedlam, shotgun cans, the mirror starts to decay
He leads Mary away, as the bar starts to quiver
He lets down his dreads, flowing like the Jordan river
He asks, "What's your deal, what's your worth"
She says, "I don't know much bout this ungodly earth"
He says, "Come now baby, look at the holes in my hand"
She looks through em, but all she sees is the empty bandstand

She says it's alright
It's a good time

Now the carrion's turned blue, violet and black
There's liver in the champagne, hard to keep track
There's crosses in his eyes, as her legs unwind
And the bartender callin' to the mountain high
Well, Magdalene saw the lightning strike
Magdalene saw him hoisted to the sky
Magdalene saw him sing beautiful songs
Magdalene saw him run to the stall
She sees it come out his mouth, his tongue unfurls
Red vomit washed down with the porcelain swirl
They run out the bathroom, and take another hit
Buy a tab off the cardinal, take a shot of gin
He puts a dose on her tongue, the whole world goes floral
The scene convenes to psychedelic pastorals
Everyone waits to see whose gonna cast the stone first
But no matter what, they're all leavin' in a Cadillac hearse

He says it's alright
It's a good time
Till you start dry heavin'

He says it's alright
It's a good time
So, cheer to your hellth