4 Minutes to Springvale lyrics

[Verse 1]
Born into damnamation, original sin
Then trumpeting fanfare from high seraphim
A saviour descended, our pardon to give
Herb had to die so that we might live

[Verse 2]
Herb told his apostles, "I do this for you all"
Then he took a cheese grater and planed off both his balls
He was buried in Paris in the old Père Lachaise
Next to Jim Morrison, in a grater-shaped grave

[Chorus]
Herb is dead
Herb is risen
Herb will come again
Come again

[Verse 3]
But now he is touring, a miracle indeed
On the third day, appearing in a Tijuana taxi
Unless an imposter fingers thosе keys?
Only one knows: ask Paul McCartney

[Chorus]
Hеrb is dead
Herb is risen
Herb will come again
Come again
Herb is dead
Herb is risen
Herb will come again
Come again
[Outro]
Herb is–
Come again
Come again
Come again
Come again