Salvation Man 

He’s got the spinner wheels on his Cadillac, it’s a coupe Deville, He ain’t never coming back.

He walks the walk, and he makes his stand, on an island of dreams, he makes his stand.

Days never start on time, nights never end, Detecting some despair ignoring the trends.

You may never see his face, he’s waiting for you, after your long gone, he’ll be gone to.

So long Salvation Man, the look on your face and the dough in your hand

You run in the sun with your toes in the sand, so long Salvation Man

Pot of Steel, Pockets Deep, A loft in Lodo, He got a place to sleep.

Chimichunga on the airwaves, Adjustable Spine, Sweepin the space, Movin with time.

Suicidal whatch, Wishin for perks, Bloody red stained pail, in the shadow it lurks

Witness closing time, with some time to spare, justifiably wrong, in need of repair

So long Salvation Man, the look on your face and the dough in your hand

You run in the sun with your toes in the sand, so long Salvation Man

Muti site disfunction, contractual stare, space is tight, no one said it was fair

Removing hope, Relentless faith, Searchin the streets, Raising the stakes

Days never start on time, nights never end, Dectecting some despair ignoring the trends.

You may never see his face, he’s waiting for you, after your long gone, he’ll be gone to.

So long Salvation Man, the look on your face and the dough in your hand

You run in the sun with your toes in the sand, so long {Salvation Man} last time no harmony

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