[Verse 1]

In ancient Palestine, a Roman middle manager

Dresses down a radical

"I have a backlog of so-called prophets

You are of a multitude"

The offender said, "I witness truth"

Perplexed and filled with pique

The jailer replied, "Truth, what is it?"

[Verse 2]

Outside of Darlington, 1963

On certain mornings a specter appeared 

In a well-appointed back garden

Its voice was still heard

After the sun had burned away its image

Consulting physicists and mediums

The man he realized 

It was a relative living a 1000 miles away 

Half sister was thinking of him

Very poorly on those mornings

[Verse 3]

In Northern Michigan

There was an incident in winter 

A horse was hit by lightning

And began to speak in a foreign language 

When he was finally understood

It repeated, "Humans are no good"

So they shot it behind the shed and stuffed him

He's now on display as a lesson

For the kids to always do your best 

Do your best always

[Chorus]

Truth is a colicking horse 

That serves no purpose 

Truth is a babbling prisoner 

You'd rather not kill if they confess

Truth is the half sister 

That will not be forgotten

Truth is the half sister

That will not forgive

[Outro]

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you

She is trying to reach you

Trying to reach you