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[Chorus:]

"Fear not, for I have redeemed you
I have summoned you by name, you are mine
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you
And when you
the ending will be blue
Listening to my friends all goes up in smoke
When I'm making love to you
No one knows how you do your thing.
I'm a puppet
for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock 
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog 
Drag 'em in the woods and go
when you eat some of 'em.. 
And sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?) 
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair 
(Mr. Shady
when you eat some of 'em.. 
And sometimes you see things that aren't there (Like what?) 
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair 
(Mr. Shady
lot for waitresses off the clock 
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog 
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight
But when I see us now
I really find it strange
How little, how much we've changed

In the years gone by
I guess it's meant to be that way
Jimmy
Yelling "Are we there yet?"
And all of us were joined together in one common thought
As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our '53 DeSoto
the garden path 
To a place where money grows on trees 
Where cocaine habits are financed by hunger and disease 
There's only one mountain in the rock
your body and your eyes
You are choking, but breathe without air
Blinded by dirt in your eyes

Consider yourself in a world
Without sense perception
Yelling "Are we there yet?"
And all of us were joined together in one common thought
As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our '53 DeSoto
Sometimes I feel all alone in a crowded room,
Gathering thoughts as I watch how everybody moves,
Shaking my hand, taking photos, Twitpic-ing
instrumental refrain.

Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
instrumental refrain.

Seven different members,
Meaning seven different names,
Meaning seven different mouths speaking seven different ways
All common goals
a stampede of his fumbling green gentleness

You stopped by, I was all alive
In my doorway, we shucked and jived
And when you wept, I was gone
See, I got
writes to keep it in his sights,
And when it's close enough to touch, he lets fly,
Just to get by, by any means, to walk the path of many dreams,