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Showing up late, showing at all, walk in unison, down the hall.
Work is done through words and deeds, body and blood brings em all to their knees.
Water does its thing like its always done, flooding the world, announcing the Son.
Streets are paved with the already saved.
All day sinners eating high class dinners.
The hero don't live here anymore.
Shake it all loose give one more run, drive to the sands for some summer fun.
Shut the doors and make some noise, out of our minds with the beastie boys.
Fight for your right to get your delights, travel the world to find the light.
(chorus)
One of these nights in a purple haze, picking out tunes for the big parade.
All we'll find on either side are plastic people living plastic lives.
I like dirt, and i like mud, like to remember we're all in love.
