The community house in Jerusalem with a casual party setting
The hard floor bathing in torch light
Mark abruptly said: "I'll score a fillet"
That's Mark right there, I said with a smirk
He plays bass, he's like that
And after finishing the gig,
The bucks were spent
Our Matthew tamed his sentences
Who lives by the sword dies by the sword
Luke was genuinely worried,
Did John drink too much, he's sleeping
During the after party, in the midst of the crowd
and the barley bread, fish and beer
legends, overwhelming and vigorous, were told
those are cuckoos that sleep
Whether truth was put into the gospels,
it doesn't matter, we were just chatting,
and letting people be entertained
Matthew, Mark, Luke and myself
And Matthew kept weaving the story
Told about a hero of his time
Who played man like a guitar
Came from a place called Nazaret
Mark mellowed women with his gaze
Didn't say a thing, not one sentence,
But everyone felt it in their knees,
The boy was a lot to take in
Across the land, through the coast of Jordan,
All were made disciples,
every one of them, and there's the fault
It's a devilish blunder.
At night with the last call
into the velvety, soft nights
We all felt it inside,
I might not be the first, but the second
Whether truth was put into the gospels,
it doesn't matter, we were just chatting,
and took good care of man.
Matthew, Mark, Luke and myself
Whether truth was put into the gospels,
it doesn't matter, we were just chatting,
what one dreams, becomes reality
Matthew, Mark, Luke and J
Whether truth was put into the gospels,
it doesn't matter, we were just chatting,
and took good care of man
Matthew, Mark, Luke and...