Letra de Jubilee

He fills the flower vases

Trims the candle bases

Takes small change from the poor box

Tyler has the key

He takes nail and hammer

To tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading,

"Jesus Lives in Me"

Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher:

"God is feeling your every pain"

Repair the Christmas stable

Restore the plaster angel

Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel

For Bible study in the church basement

Hear children Gospel citing Matthew 17:15

Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling

"Tell God your pain"



To him the world's defiled

In Lot he sees a likeness there

He swears this Sodom will burn down.

Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall

Where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly

Black hands on white shoulders

White hands on black shoulders

Dancing, and you know what's more

He's God's mad disciple,

A righteous title for the Word he heard

He so misunderstood

Though simple-minded, a crippled man, to know this man's to fear this man

To shake when he comes

Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem

Do what they did to the unfaithful?



Boys at the Jubilee

Slowly sink into brown-bag whiskey drinking

And reeling on their feet

Girls at the Jubilee

In low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling

Black hands on white shoulders

White hands on black shoulders

Dancing, and you know what's more



Through the tall blades of grass he

Heads for the Jubilee

With a bucket in his right hand

Full of rags soaked in gasoline

He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath

He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite

He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames

Rising higher toward the trees

Sirens wailing now toward the scene