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Passport To Paradise

by Young Believers

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Herein lies the story of a man (a lifelong sinner) and his cynical deluded deathbed repentance... He's a martyr to a cause in which he's never believed But belief is seeming different to what he'd percieved 'Cos the truth is nothing matters when you're facing the grave And belief can come to different men in different ways You can live your life in servitude or live it in sin But The End is still inevitably drawing you in When the only thing you're facing is eternity's dark Unless you decide you were wrong from the start, he said Glory Glory, Hallelujah Young, sweet life how I hardly knew ye Glory, Glory, there's nothing to say just Make me a bed lord, I'm on my way And he'd always said that everything he read was a lie And he don't care if nothing happens after you die Saying "How can a man part the sea they call Red? Turn water to wine or arise from the dead?" But the last thing he expected on the journey to work Was a tragic appearence of the danger that lurks But we're all just an animal and life's on a thread So don't get complacent, it's all in your head, he says Glory Glory, Hallelujah Young, sweet life how I hardly knew ye Glory, Glory, I'm dying to stay but Make me a bed lord, I'm on my way And his last breath's escaping as he's seeing the light And he can't quite believe it that he's dying tonight But he's safe in the knowledge that he's changing his ways on his deathbed, it's just about enough to be Saved With his bets hedged securely as he looks to the skies And he prays "Please forgive me for the cheating and lies" Though he's not quite converted he's decided to try As his heart stops and life is slipping out of his eyes he says Glory Glory, Hallelujah Young, sweet life how I hardly knew ye Glory, Glory, I'm trying to pray so Make me a bed lord, I'm on my way And for all the kids in African or Asian abodes Who've been raised to live their lives in line with different prose To the tall tales we're taught as Europeans in school Well to me it ain't quite ethical obeying the rules that condemn a man as 'heretic' or 'infadel scum' When his birthplace decides to whom his praying is done And you can't condemn a good man's soul to your flames Just 'cos he's never been taught to stand up to sing and say Glory Glory, Hallelujah Young, sweet life how I hardly knew ye Glory, Glory, from cradle to grave just Make me a bed lord, I'm on my way Glory, Glory and Hallelujah Ain't nothing but words and I see right through you Ain't no glory in dying today But delusion is keeping him calm as he's on his way.
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Rats 02:03
Oh, Mr. Rat, tell us all your woes and for goodness' sake don't bite our toes. * *not the actual lyrics... there are none.

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released January 28, 2013

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