Whitehorse - John the Revelator Lyrics

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

When the sun came down from the heavens
Fired up the charm it seems
Until they washed down and Michael
Bring the man-child to his knees

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Who's gone to false religion
It's hiding from the cards below
Left her freed and cleared of him
When the North winds twist and blow

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Poor little kids are hungry
And the tree of life bears fruit
They've carved their way through varietal
Tearing out every root

And when they leave this world in colder hands
Powerful old Saint Pete
And they find the gates abandoned
No clouds under their feet

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals

Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Tell me, who's that writin'? John the Revelator
Wrote the book of the seven seals