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Oh Uh I See Fingers Hands And Shades Of Faces Reachin' Up And Not Quite Touchin' The Promised Land I Hear Pleas And Prayers And A Desperate Whisper Sayin Oh Lord Please give us A Helpin' Hand Yeah Yeah Way Down In The Background I Can See Frustrated Souls Of Cties Burnin And All Across The Waterbaby I See Weapons Barkin' Out The Sting Of Death And Up In The Clouds I Can Imagine UFOs Jumpin' Themselves Laughin' They Sayin' Those People So Uptight They Sure Know How To Make A Mess Back In The Saloon My tears Mix and Mildew With My Drink I Can't Really Tell My Feet From The Sawdust On The Floor But As Far As I Know They May Even Try To Wrap Me Up In Cellophane And Try And Sell Me Brother Sell Me And Don't Worry About Lookin At The Score Yeah