Song parody of
Becket
by Moogieman
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At the head is Christ the Pantocrator
On a field of gold tiles
On the second rank stand the
Apostles who gaze without smiles
Saint James gives the A okay, Peter
With his wooly hair
Then the archangel Michael next to
Mother Mary, she's got the only
Chair
On the third tier, with the pontiffs
And the patriarchs
Is the low born English cleric who
Only played a bit part
Well he got himself whacked by
King Henry and it caused an
Almighty ruckus with the Holy See
You see there'd been a lot of
Wrangling about state and canon
Law and Thomas Becket just couldn't
Let it be
So after that went down his buddy
Alexander stepped in and
Threatened a papal interdict
And that was around the time work
Began on the foundations of
Monreale Cathedral crypt
Henry's friend Roger the Sicilian
Greased some palms to stop him
Getting excommunicated
And public atonement did the trick
And Rome's displeasure abated
As we stand under the stars, the
Midnight sky and the golden beams
Look up, look up, look up at the
Heavenly Court
Flanked by the archangels Raphael
And Uriel
Above two Seraphim each with six
Wings
Two to cover the face in reverence
To the divine grace
Two to cover the feet in adoration
Of you and me
And two more wings each with
Which to beat a hasty retreat
Around the wings are eyes, around
The wings are eyes
Around the wings are eyes, kept
Fixed on the prize
And next to them the cherubim, not
Like children
No they ain't little children but like
Bugs with wings pointing down and
They fly around
And is the vessel that sits on the
Throne The jar of vinegar
Offered to a man dying of thirst
Or is it the grail? Is it the grail
What is the grail
Under the stars, the midnight sky
And the golden beams
And the wings of angels and the
Wings of angels, only angels have
Wings
And the wings of angels and the
Wings of angels, only angels have
Wings
At the head is Christ the Pantocrator
On a field of gold tiles
On the second rank stand the
Apostles who gaze without smiles
Saint James gives the A okay, Peter
With his wooly hair
Then the archangel Michael next to
Mother Mary, she's got the only
Chair
On the third tier, with the pontiffs
And the patriarchs
Is the low born English cleric who
Only played a bit part
Well he got himself whacked by
King Henry and it caused an
Almighty ruckus with the Holy See
You see there'd been a lot of
Wrangling about state and canon
Law and Thomas Becket just couldn't
Let it be
So after that went down his buddy
Alexander stepped in and
Threatened a papal interdict
And that was around the time work
Began on the foundations of
Monreale Cathedral crypt
Henry's friend Roger the Sicilian
Greased some palms to stop him
Getting excommunicated
And public atonement did the trick
And Rome's displeasure abated
As we stand under the stars, the
Midnight sky and the golden beams
Look up, look up, look up at the
Heavenly Court
Flanked by the archangels Raphael
And Uriel
Above two Seraphim each with six
Wings
Two to cover the face in reverence
To the divine grace
Two to cover the feet in adoration
Of you and me
And two more wings each with
Which to beat a hasty retreat
Around the wings are eyes, around
The wings are eyes
Around the wings are eyes, kept
Fixed on the prize
And next to them the cherubim, not
Like children
No they ain't little children but like
Bugs with wings pointing down and
They fly around
And is the vessel that sits on the
Throne The jar of vinegar
Offered to a man dying of thirst
Or is it the grail? Is it the grail
What is the grail
Under the stars, the midnight sky
And the golden beams
And the wings of angels and the
Wings of angels, only angels have
Wings
And the wings of angels and the
Wings of angels, only angels have
Wings