They been thru the Atacama Desert
Been pricked by cactus and scorched by the sun
Then spent time in a well similar to Hell
As they were iced with a feeling of being diced
Now each has a turn to ride a capsule of fame
With the past present and the future flashing
Before their eyes every second and minute of the way
It feels like a ride to Heaven
And the door opens they state their name
Now questions and answers Green with Sheen
Now who's to blame
And as they brace and plant their feet
They ready for an unknown week
Amen
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