The streets are crowded
And the walls aren't clean
The world's being taken over by machines
Can't find a refuge or a place to go
I try to share but they don't wannna know
The streets of gold is where I wanna be
But the closest that I've come
Is deep inside my dreams
Eager for the things You've got for me
The world keeps me from focusing
Lord wotcha kindly take us outta here
Its dark outside, my lanterns broke and I'm scared
I said God please take us outta here
We'll leave it all behind
For all we care
We're goin nowhere
Take us somewhere
Anywhere but here
The times are tough
The pillars are crumbling down
Looking for a place that I can turn around
Sick and tired of these mindless matters
Wish we were eatin with your Son
Off of golden platters
It's getting closer, the day is near
We're beggin God please take us there
The streets are crowded
And the walls aren't clean
The world's being taken over by machines
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