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Late for my funeral-
Late labels me now.
Later - i'll be born again....
For now i'll turn this out!......and!

We don't turn- we'll burn the page-
Rippin' tarter sauce up on another stage.
We won't turn- we'll burn the page-
Move in on to an older age-

Walk all the way to mexico-
Stop to ask people what they know?
Cruise on in to san anton'-
Unaware of what we're on.

-we don't turn!-
We don't turn- we'll burn the page!!
-we will burn!-
Move on to an older age!!
-we won't turn!-

We won't turn- we'll burn the page-
Rippin' tarter sauce up in another phaze.
We won't die- undone we live-
We don't take- we pincheing give!

Power from our heart and soul-
Knowledge of all thin and bold.
Tuned to open uncontrolled-
Unaware of what we're on.

-we don't turn!-
We don't turn- we'll burn the page-
Step up on a higher stage- yeah!
We don't turn- we'll burn the page-
Move on to an older age- ahhhh-

Late for my funeral-
Later- i'll be born again!....and!

Still don't turn- we'll burn the page-
Rippin' tarter sauce up in an ageless age.
Some just turn- never burn the page-
Always aware of what they're not!