Oh Uh
I See Fingers Hands
And Shades Of Faces
Reachin' Up And Not Quite
Touchin' The Promised Land
I Hear Pleas And Prayers
And A Desperate Whisper Sayin
Oh Lord Please give us
A Helpin' Hand
Yeah Yeah
Way Down In The Background
I Can See Frustrated
Souls Of Cties Burnin
And All Across The Waterbaby
I See Weapons Barkin' Out
The Sting Of Death
And Up In The Clouds
I Can Imagine UFOs
Jumpin' Themselves
Laughin' They Sayin'
Those People So Uptight
They Sure Know How To Make A Mess
Back In The Saloon My tears
Mix and Mildew With My Drink
I Can't Really Tell My Feet
From The Sawdust On The Floor
But As Far As I Know
They May Even Try To Wrap Me
Up In Cellophane And Try And Sell Me
Brother Sell Me
And Don't Worry About
Lookin At The Score
Yeah