The Mob

                                                
              The Mob ©              
                                                                   
      Someone screams from the back of the hall   
      "Stone them now or they'll kill us all"         
      They all listen cos he ain't no fool       
      In fact he's an intellectual               
      You can't please them or unite them      
      Bringer of peace, don't try to fight them     
                                                              
   You better beware when you talk to the mob    
   Only god can save them, you can't please them  
   They can turn in a single breath                      
   They'll either call you lord or stone you to death   
                                                                     
   They see a walking 'crippled man'                      
   To the city gates the people ran           
   They marvel at this amazing power              
   But the crowd would soon turn extremely sour     
   You can't please them or unite them              
   Bringer of peace, don't try to fight them        
                                                           
   They can turn; they could turn on you (brother) 
   They'll bash you through and through               
   So many of them shout and spit, when           
   They all get home who really did it?       
                                                            
   Suddenly the crowd all turned            
   With a violent anger they all burned       
   They rushed forward and picked up stones   
   And broke many of Paul's weary bones     
   You can't please them or unite them     
   Bringer of peace, don't try to fight them