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Middle way to Purgatory

You were just drivin’ your life on your own,

one hundred miles per hour with no direction,

obviously, you went to nowhere

as a matter of fact, you didn’t really care,

but for the people there, they seemed offended

with you in your back seat smoking weed

CH:

On your middle way to purgatory,

takin’ the trip you felt so free;

On your middle way to purgatory,

you didn’t want to hurt anybody

When you saw that girl, sweet-berry strollin’,

not for a moment did you think of a wedding

You just said, “Hey babe! You ready for a trip?

ya don’t need no baggage coz I ain’t got no place to sleep”

That’s when she blushed with fever,

thinkin this time its forever …

(CH)

Walkin under the rain, you saw a temple,

perhaps it was a mosque, maybe a chapel,

You ran toward the point of your salvation

but I don’t think it changed your perception,

You sat upon the porch of the house of god (halleluiah)

and when the rain had stopped you were back up on the road …

(CH)

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