John Saw That Number

Old John the baptist, old John divine
 Leather harness round his line
 His meat was locust and honey
 Wild honey lord, wild honey
 John saw that number
 Way in the middle of the air
 Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord
 Old John the baptist, old John divine
 Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time
 God told the angel "go see about John"
 So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist
 Gathered wind in his fists so the stars round his wrists
 Cryin' holy, holy to the lord
 Read the revelations, you'll find him there
 Third chapter, fourth verse where he said unto me
 "There's a beast that rose out of the sea"
 Ten crowns, ten crowns
 On his horns write "blasphemy"
 John couldn't read it (John couldn't read it)
 Get on repeat it
 John couldn't read it
 Holy, holy to the Lord
 There was a man, a pharisee
 Who came by night to meet him
 Said "I know thy teacher came from God cause no man can do such miracles
 Without the lord to entreat him"
 God told the angel "go see about John"
 So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist
 Gathered wind in his fists and the stars round his wrists
 Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord
 Holy, holy to the Lord
 Holy, holy to the Lord...