Good Friday Songtext
von Toby Martin

It′s Good Friday somewhere outside
They blocked off the street below
A parade passes by
Jesus died for their sins
Who died for mine?

It's Good Friday somewhere outside
So many reasons not to believe
But I know believing is so tragically sweet
A man holds a cross to his face
As he walks down the street

It′s Good Friday but not for me
Oh my, oh my, oh my God
Self-pity is such a fat waste of time
Better off laughing at their faith
Than pitying mine


I built a nest in the cliffs
And in it I climb

It's Good Friday, always inside
Is it possible that I'm jealous of faith?
I see an artifact, you see a weight
All these empty cathedrals
With the kitschiest taste

It′s Good Friday but it′s all such a waste

Oh Marie, don't pray for me
I can make it, I can make it
Oh Marie, don′t pray for me
I can make it, I can make it
I can make it to the end

It's Good Friday somewhere outside
I hear the singing, a parade passes by
Jesus died for their sins
Who died for mine?


It′s Good Friday
It's Good Friday