Written and performed by Bob Elliott and Tom O'Brien. Percussion by Matt Perez.
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Some time later
I’ll do myself a favor
And settle on some piece of ground
Stone-cold sober
And when the flood is over
I’m gonna take a look around
Send doves flyin’
With everybody cryin’,
“Look at what we’ve got right here”
I’ll make my livin’
With everyone forgiven
We might just see another year
Plain and simple
Your body is a temple
You keep it under lock and key
You’re denying
Can’t blame a guy for trying
Your altar is a sight to see
Good and prayerful
You cannot be too careful
Don’t want to see the place defiled
Still the entrance
Is sanctified with incense
It opens every time you smile
7:30
And though my face is dirty
I’m feeling pretty clean inside
I’ll just wash up
My manners I will brush up
And meet you at the door with pride
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