On the seventh hour of the seventh day

The seventh son was looking for a seventh-stage getaway

The word came down from a blinding light

You got one chance, you'd better do it right

I was driving down the 101

It was late at night and I was thinking 'bout the things that I'd done

All of my regrets and and all of my fears

I was slipping the car from gear to gear to gear

Man, I really got going, started picking up speed

I hit 135 and I had everything that I'd need

Started shaking bad, fearing for my life

I let go of the wheel and I flew into the night

God bless the child, god bless his soul

God perish the idea that he will die before he's old

Gotta be cool, you gotta behave

Man, there'll be time for that when I'm lying in my grave

You gotta watch your step, or you gonna lose your way

Take heed of your elders, do everything they say

Yeah, I gotta watch out for the man who tolls the bells

But if I fear for the devil and I fear for myself then I'm gonna have to fear for everybody else