| I’m siphoning gass from the high school bus
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| Into the tank of my beat-up bug
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| So I can drive away from the shouting and misery
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| I drive into the night, to the hill, to the water tower
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| To lie on my back and drink in the meteor shower
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| Knowing that many men have lain as i do now
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| Ptolemy, Copernicus, Carl Jung
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| Pondering his existence, pondering,
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| Is God with me now?
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| And I look to the sky
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| And I ask these questions
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| Yes, I feel something I don’t understand
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| Can somebody say Amen?
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| My life is but a short and precious seed
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| Like three seasons of life in a leaf on a tree
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| And when I cascade to the ground I will not be done
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| I will mingle with the earth and give life
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| To the roots again
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| Can somebody say Amen?
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| And I look to the sky
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| And I ask these questions
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| Yes, I feel something I don’t understand
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| Can somebody say Amen?
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| Amen for the drivers in their garbage trucks
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| Amen for our mothers, for the lust to fuck
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| Amen for the child with innocent eyes
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| Amen for Kevorkian and the right to die
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| Amen for NASA, The NSA
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| It’s all a front anyway
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| Amen for Marilyn Manson, Saddam Hussein
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| Amen for America and the Milky Way.
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| Amen for Elvis, for Betty Page
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| Amen for Gloria Steinham and Ronald Reagan
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| Amen for O.J., Clinton too
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| Amen for the Republican witch hunt coup
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| Amen for Gandhi, for Malcolm X
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| Amen for the uprising of the weaker sex |