Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
It was at the fountain where water gathered
We had found Roman signs on the paths behind
But to my spiritual brother, I remain spiritually blind
Until my Venetian blinds was left behind
Reeling me in
My soul full of sin
My bowl full of gin
Replace it with white wine
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now when the other boys walked by I learned to call out to them
Saying to my older brother, "I recognize him"
"Yes, younger brother, won't you please come in?
Sit down for a while cross your legs for a while
And hold your hand in while I read you a lesson
From 1993, yes
Younger brother, won't you listen to me
And the words of the master?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now the boy was bright like a burning cinder
He was young, like all the good martyrs have been
The crimes of his childhood burn in him like a fever
The dreams of his youth ready to be fenced in
Yes, but the little boy was faster
We awoke one morning in the dharma house
In Krishna's temple, the cathedral's crypt
And found a note where his shoes had slipped
In a sloppy, right-handed, new Roman script
And shit, do you know what it said?
It said, "masters, masters, forgive me please
I don't want you to feel lonely
But the fruit is still ripening on the tree
And if it's not for you
How could it be for me?
Yes if it's not for you, how could it be for me
If I was born?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
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Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
It was at the fountain where water gathered
We had found Roman signs on the paths behind
But to my spiritual brother, I remain spiritually blind
Until my Venetian blinds was left behind
Reeling me in
My soul full of sin
My bowl full of gin
Replace it with white wine
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now when the other boys walked by I learned to call out to them
Saying to my older brother, "I recognize him"
"Yes, younger brother, won't you please come in?
Sit down for a while cross your legs for a while
And hold your hand in while I read you a lesson
From 1993, yes
Younger brother, won't you listen to me
And the words of the master?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now the boy was bright like a burning cinder
He was young, like all the good martyrs have been
The crimes of his childhood burn in him like a fever
The dreams of his youth ready to be fenced in
Yes, but the little boy was faster
We awoke one morning in the dharma house
In Krishna's temple, the cathedral's crypt
And found a note where his shoes had slipped
In a sloppy, right-handed, new Roman script
And shit, do you know what it said?
It said, "masters, masters, forgive me please
I don't want you to feel lonely
But the fruit is still ripening on the tree
And if it's not for you
How could it be for me?
Yes if it's not for you, how could it be for me
If I was born?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
It was at the fountain where water gathered
We had found Roman signs on the paths behind
But to my spiritual brother, I remain spiritually blind
Until my Venetian blinds was left behind
Reeling me in
My soul full of sin
My bowl full of gin
Replace it with white wine
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now when the other boys walked by I learned to call out to them
Saying to my older brother, "I recognize him"
"Yes, younger brother, won't you please come in?
Sit down for a while cross your legs for a while
And hold your hand in while I read you a lesson
From 1993, yes
Younger brother, won't you listen to me
And the words of the master?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Now the boy was bright like a burning cinder
He was young, like all the good martyrs have been
The crimes of his childhood burn in him like a fever
The dreams of his youth ready to be fenced in
Yes, but the little boy was faster
We awoke one morning in the dharma house
In Krishna's temple, the cathedral's crypt
And found a note where his shoes had slipped
In a sloppy, right-handed, new Roman script
And shit, do you know what it said?
It said, "masters, masters, forgive me please
I don't want you to feel lonely
But the fruit is still ripening on the tree
And if it's not for you
How could it be for me?
Yes if it's not for you, how could it be for me
If I was born?"
Said the white disciple when he sent for me
"It doesn't matter what anyone was born to be
But your life is pointless unless it sets you free"
So won't you set me free, Lord, set me free
Writer: Brad Loughead, Josh Salter, Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton
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