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I will meet you on the stairs Meet you just below the steeple You can bring all of the people Whom you think that you can change We'll take the elevator down And though your flesh is unaffected You'll tell me just how scared You are to watch the others burn The others burn And if the alter came to us I don't believe our eyes would shutter Tongues knotted as we stutter Over prayers we'd swore we'd say If it was written in that book All the answers to the questions Maybe we'd find the time to read it Before we die Someday before we die I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead 'Cause we might as well be blind If seeing is believing This parable's misleading You've got your shotgun Loaded with excuses That you'll fire in vain But those 12 rounds just won't do There's barely time for pity And all the girls are just too pretty I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead We know all there is to know A carpenter and a magician Bread and wine And sins from which we must abstain That's what the stories said They said that sins shall be forgiven So count your blessings And wait and take this name in vain We've got this all wrong We must have made a mistake If there were holes in our hands I don't believe I don't believe that anything would change I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead 'Cause we might as well be blind If seeing is believing This parable's misleading You've got your shotgun Loaded with excuses That you'll fire in vain But those 12 rounds just won't do There's barely time for pity And all the girls are just too pretty I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I've never coveted nor killed And I was taught to say Amen I've read of bloody hands and incorruptibles I'm just hoping for the best I can't believe that you could say "The answers unlock this gate..." 'Cause if you knew his name Not a thing would change You'd still be wishing you were blessed I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead 'Cause we might as well be blind If seeing is believing This parable's misleading You've got your shotgun Loaded with excuses That you'll fire in vain But those 12 rounds just won't do There's barely time for pity And all the girls are just too pretty I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead I'll start to worry when I'm dead