The Gloryists - The Rebel Lyrics

Black hats beating down my door
Blazing hate through my town
Saying, "He is dangerous
He's not one of us, one of them
Not one of us, one of them"

They saw me down by the lake shore
With the white book in my hands
Isaiah 53 all in red
With the Rebel in the margins
The Rebel in the margins

What are you so afraid of
A dead man?
Crucified!
Overcome by your system
I've seen the Rebel
I can't deny

Black hats beating up my ma
"You're not Jews, you're Goyim!"
They burned down my old house
Drove our family down the street
Drove our family to the sea

Uncle Avi was a Buddhist monk
Ruth, next door, was on the Hajj
Rav Shlomo's sitting in a Shiva shrine
But black hats never bothered them
Until they said, "We've seen Him!"

What are you so afraid of
A dead man
Changing lives?
No Jew do you hate more
I've seen the Rebel
We've seen the Rebel

He is alive
Holy, Holy
He is alive
Holy, Holy
He is alive
Holy, Holy
He is alive
Holy, Holy
Come on

Abbababababa!

By the lake shore
I see him smile
I see his hands and his feet
He says
"Son, if they hate you, it's 'cause
You're just a Rebel Jew like me
Just a Rebel Jew like me"

Holy, Holy, Holy
He is alive
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Moshiach
Holy, Holy, Holy
He is alive
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
Yeshua

Just a rebel Jew like me
Just a rebel Jew like me
Just a rebel Jew like me
Just a rebel Jew like me
Just a rebel Jew like me
Just a rebel Jew like me