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