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So let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay
Yes let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay.
In times of desolation
And in desperate situations
I have found
to break the isolation
And uncover inspiration
Steal away
Drop the complications
And the noisy reservations
Steal away.
And in earnest contemplation
There is glorious salvation
I have found
Psychodrama, psychobabble, Babylon, New Jersey
Steal away
Lethargy, felony, discordance, insurrection
Steal away.
And won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay
Yes won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay.
So when the dealer's paging
And the turning tides are raging
Steal away
And when the woods are burning
And the streets are screaming sordid
Steal away.
When reality is virtueless
And vulgar vultures circle
Steal away
When time is of the essence
And nothing is essential
Steal away.
When all your hopes are tattered
And your dreams have woke and shattered
Steal away.
And let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay
Yes won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay.
So let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay
Yes let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay.
In times of desolation
And in desperate situations
I have found
to break the isolation
And uncover inspiration
Steal away
Drop the complications
And the noisy reservations
Steal away.
And in earnest contemplation
There is glorious salvation
I have found
Psychodrama, psychobabble, Babylon, New Jersey
Steal away
Lethargy, felony, discordance, insurrection
Steal away.
And won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay
Yes won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay.
So when the dealer's paging
And the turning tides are raging
Steal away
And when the woods are burning
And the streets are screaming sordid
Steal away.
When reality is virtueless
And vulgar vultures circle
Steal away
When time is of the essence
And nothing is essential
Steal away.
When all your hopes are tattered
And your dreams have woke and shattered
Steal away.
And let me get down on my knees
And wash your weary feet made outta clay
Yes won't you get down on your knees
And wash my weary feet made outta clay.
