i been tearing and i been torn the temple steps are smooth and warm what judas been doing there ain't no knowing on the olive vine something different is growing lazarus on down lazarus on down lazarus on down lazarus on down one eyed crow tapping on a windowpane little boy raised a cup in cyaphast's name the potter's field blood beneath the tree that money's gone son what's left, you owe me lazarus on down lazarus on down lazarus on down lazarus on down is that hope in the shepherd's eyes? or just another little dark surprise? i'm just like you, dad; thin and cold if you didn't know it well now you know