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I don't want to die and go on off to paradise, there are more fun places here that I can patronize. And you my friend aren't born again, you're dead already. If I can't go to heaven let me go to LA, or the far West Texas desert or an Oregon summer day, if we build a Utopia will you come and stay? Shangri-La La La La La La La La La...

St. Peter, don't you call me 'cause I can't go, I love my friends in hell, as above and so below. When the rapture comes, if you don't mind, I'll be waiting down here and sweating. If I can't go to heaven let me go to LA, or the far West Texas desert or an Oregon summer day. If we build a Utopia will you come and stay? Shangri-La La La La La La La La La...

Accumulating cumulus in our backyard, my puzzle pieces fooling heaven bit by bit beneath this jigsaw sky I sit and wonder wonder wonder where do I fit?