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Clear the table, Barbara.
I've got ideas, I ought to make a scene.
I'm feeling good now, Martha.
I'm climbing up there, part the way for me.
Seventeen is everything we hoped it wouldn't be.
Look out, I'm breathing fire.
And firing up my friends.
Now I feel inspired
with my hands over my head.
When he comes the blood will run.
Now meet me in the street.
Alleluia, we need a new Messiah.
Another pour of bourbon
ought to cure what's hurting me tonight.
I'm climbing up there, Martha.
I cleared my throat, now let me clear my mind.
Seventeen is everything we hoped it wouldn't be:
New machines and broken dreams and skills that no one needs.
Someone's here to save us, dear.
Now meet me in the street.
Alleluia, I am your new Messiah.