The
Mob
Someone screams from
the back of the hall
"Stone them now or they'll
kill us all"
They all listen cos'
he ain't no fool
In fact he's an intellectual
You can't please them
or unite them
Bringer of peace, don't
try to fight them
You better beware when
you talk to the mob
Only god can save them,
you can't please them
They can turn in a single
breath
They'll either call
you lord or stone you to death
They see a walking 'crippled
man'
To the city gates the
people ran
They marvel at this
amazing power
But the crowd would
soon turn extremely sour
You can't please them
or unite them
Bringer of peace, don't
try to fight them
They can turn; they
could turn on you (brother)
They'll bash you through
and through
So many of them shout
and spit, when
They all get home who
really did it?
Suddenly the crowd all
turned
With a violent anger
they all burned
They rushed forward
and picked up stones
And broke many of Paul's
weary bones
You can't please them
or unite them
Bringer of peace, don't
try to fight them
By Stu Tidy