He was standing at the rock Gathering the fog Getting there with no directions And underneath the arch Turned into a march And there he found a spot to set this fucker on
Set if off Set it on my children Set it right Set it off Set it off my children Allright Set it off Set it on my children Set it fire Set it off Set it on my children
Suddenly a shot Ripped into his heart He needed some attention And there he played his card Going into shock The last thing that he said was set this fucker on
Set if off Set it on my children Set it right Set it off Set it off my children Allright Set it off Set it on my children Set it fire Set it off Set it on my children
Alright [6x]
Jesus at the back door Everything is alright All we need is some direction Everytime the wind blows Everything you don't know Turns into a revelation It all ends up inside your head Time is wasted
Set if off Set it on my children Set it right Set it off Set it off my children Allright Set it off Set it on my children Set it fire Set it off Set it on my children
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