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We were standing at the rock, gathering the flock
Getting there with no directions
And underneath the arch, it turned into a march
And there we found the spot to set this fucker off
Set if off, set it off, my children
Set it right
Set it off, set it off, my children, alright
Set it off, set it off, my children
Set a fire
Set it off, set it off, my children
Suddenly a shot, ripped into his heart
And then he needed some attention
And there he played his card going into shock
The last thing that he said was set this fucker off
Set it off, set it off, my children
Set it right
Set it off, set it off, my children, alright
Set it off, set it off, my children
Set a fire
Set it off, set it off, my children
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Jesus at the back door
Everything is alright
All we need is some direction
Every time the wind blows
Everything you don't know turns into a revelation
And it all adds up inside your head
Time is wasted
Set it off, set it off, my children
Set it right
Set it off, set it off, my children, alright
Set it off, set it off, my children
Set a fire
Set it off, set it off, my children
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright