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In the glow with light so low
the day begins as shelds her skin
In the aftermath of the dark past,
I'm to see the light.
drunken days and spinning scenes,
the of weight that God's freedom brings.
Till genius awakes hungover snakes
and the dreams one more.
from bed to floor.

Sometime, somewhere just you think it couldn't get any worse,
it'll hit you unaware and you
it sure as hell ain't get any better.
So tune into the radio and listen to the we say.
it's gonna get far worse it gets better.
Tune into the T.V. show, when we will to show you the way.
So turn your to the starry skies above,
give those sore a sight.
When host of heavenly Angels takes homeward to the Land.
And the did align in nineteen ninety-nine.
We're getting ready for the to shine.
luck, star-struck.

On the front of the we shall be born,
under the red and the and the white,
these angels take flight.

flight with crippled and songs to sing.

Just a stupid ranch in a Texas rock band,
trying to understand masterplan.

When the Lord said "Son! the world before it explodes,
the of the Texas-Jerusalem Crossroads."
I "Lord I make you a deal;
I will if you give me a smash hit so I can a 'city on a hill'."
And He "Son! I will if you will."
I said 'My sweet Lord' a deal."

Waiting to hit with wings,
waiting to hit with to sing,
to hit the silver screen,
to hit the scene.

So we approach the conclusion when the receives its retribution.
On the eve of our destruction, standing at the edge over.
Waiting to hit the center stage at such a golden and age,
shot forth out of the clay cuttin' all the corners along th way.
Born in a manger covered in we're her for all she's worth,
with stars above, lone star below, the earth a star is born.