Well the time will come
When the wind will shout
And all the sinners know
What I'm talking about
When all the creatures of the world
Are gonna line up at the gate
And you better be on time
And you better not be late
Well you know in your heart
What you gotta bring
No big mink coat
No diamond ring
Well take off your paint
Take off your rouge
Let your backbone flip
And let your spirit shine through
All the men we got
Well they're goin' down the drain
And when I see your sadness
On a river of shame
You got to raise up
Both the quick and the dead
With no shoes on your feet
No hat on your head
Ain't nothin' in my heart
But fire for you
With my rainy hammer
And a heart that's true
Gathatoulie
And of these shall I speak to those eager, That quality of wisdom that all the wise wish And call creative qualities And good creation of the mind The all-powerful truth Truly and that more & better ways are discovered Towards perfection --Zarathustra.
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