Upon My Soul

When you hear that work time whistle
 Pick up your coat and ride
 The angels take the locks out
 Through heaven's door, they glide
 God will trouble my pursuers
 And strike me if I lie
 See the angels take the locks out
 Through heaven's door, we glide
 No poets still in the trenches
 Where's the real light?
 It's all of us against the rest
 But I won't die tonight
 No poets still in the trenches
 Where's the real light?
 It's all of us against the rest
 But I won't die tonight
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 There will be no work tomorrow
 Just some troubled water there
 No profit for the devil's son
 The cold and dark we share
 The further into night we go
 You know the light must come
 There will be no serfs tomorrow
 For the masters and their sons
 No poets still in the trenches
 Where's the real light?
 It's all of us against the rest
 But I won't die tonight
 No poets still in the trenches
 Where's the real light?
 It's all of us against the rest
 But I won't die tonight
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 Sometimes I'm upside down, Lord
 Sometimes I'm feeling old
 I look upon creation
 I look upon my soul, I said
 Sometimes I'm upside down, Lord
 Sometimes I'm feeling old
 I look upon creation
 I look upon my soul, I said
 Sometimes I feel it down below
 Sometimes I'm feeling old
 I look upon creation
 I look upon my soul
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 Sometimes I got a feeling down below
 Sometimes I'm feeling old
 I look upon creation
 I look upon my soul, I said
 Sometimes I got a feeling down below
 Sometimes I'm feeling old
 I look upon creation
 I look upon my soul