John Saw That Number

Old John the baptist, old John divine
Leather harness round his line
His meat was locust and honey
Wild honey lord, wild honeyJohn saw that number
Way in the middle of the air
Cryin' holy, holy to the LordOld John the baptist, old John divine
Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time
God told the angel "go see about John"
So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist
Gathered wind in his fists so the stars round his wrists
Cryin' holy, holy to the lordRead the revelations, you'll find him there
Third chapter, fourth verse where he said unto me
"There's a beast that rose out of the sea"
Ten crowns, ten crowns
On his horns write "blasphemy"
John couldn't read it (John couldn't read it)
Get on repeat it
John couldn't read it
Holy, holy to the Lord