When I was a soldier on the Road to Galilee,
The fire in my heart was lit.
I struck out for the border and I made it to the sea,
And stole aboard a merchant ship
With a heart that can't be loaned,
You must find your own way home.
So I became a salesman for an Italian company,
And every deal was lined with gilt,
It took me lots of places and they rewarded me,
And a city on the hill was built.
Where the people bowed their heads,
And we pulled those secret threads
Then I was a publisher of ancient history,
With all the truth that's fit to print,
I left the priests to argue over the veracity
While the money that we made was spent.
With a story to be told,
And a promise to be sold
And the angry world below,
And the angry world below.
Now I'm just a joker with a faded memory,
And everything is cracked and split,
But once I was a soldier on the road to Galilee,
And the fire in my heart was lit.
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