Alas, alas for you,
Lawyers and pharisees,
Hypocrites that you be.
Searching for souls and fools to forsake them,
You travel the land, you scour the sea,
Then when you've got your converts you make them twice as fit for Hell,
As you are yourselves!
Alas, alas for you,
Lawyers and pharisees
Hypocrites that you are.
Sure that the kingdom of Heaven awaits you,
You will not venture half so far.
Other men who might enter the gates,
You keep from passing through,
Drag them down with you!
You snakes, you viper's brood,
You cannot escape being Devil's food!
I send you prophets, and I send you preachers,
Sages in rages and ages of teachers,
Nothing can mar your mood!
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Alas, alas for you,
Lawyers and pharisees,
Hypocrites to a man.
Sons of the dogs who murdered the prophets,
Finishing what your fathers began
You don't have time to scorn and scoff,
It's getting very late,
Vengeance doesn't wait!
You snakes, you viper's brood, you cannot escape being Devil's food!
I send you prophets and I send you preachers,
Sages in rages and ages of teachers,
Nothing can mar your mood!
Blind guides! Blind fools!
The blood you've spilt
On you will fall!
This nation, this generation,
Shall bear the guilt of it all
Alas, alas, alas for you!
Blind fools!