Karl Kohlhase

Scribes And Pharisees

Karl Kohlhase


Blessed are the poor and meek 
Share your bread with all the weak 
Still you'll have much more than these 
Empty scribes and pharisees 

Listen to their lovely speech 
Making Heaven out of reach 
But never mind the evil deeds
Of lying scribes and pharisees

They keep the children's daily bread
The little lambs are left unfed
As they feast and take their ease
Fattened scribes and pharisees

Woe
Save us, Lord, from these
Woe to scribes and pharisees

Though their prayers are long and loud
Though they're favored by the crowd 
Never has the Lord been pleased 
By likes of the scribes and pharisees 

So let them sit upon their thrones
Whitewashed tombs and dried up bones
'Tis the end of their disease
Woe to the scribes and pharisees

Woe
Save us, Lord, from these
Woe to scribes and pharisees