All the world is an oil slick; which is to say a sort of cracked mirror by which to reflect our polluted lives, but my Jeseus gonn be here, he gonna be here soon
with a great golden shot gun
he gonna shoot out the fuckin moon
He gonna cover my head in Poppies
and Blanket of pure sonSUN
and then he's gonno open up the back
of that great Chariot Cadillac
And ride me up to the gig in the sky
my oh my.

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