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There’s a basket in the heavens

Overflowin' full of blessin'

For the chirren who will listen to the Lord

But the chirren hear the whistle

Of the harlot in the temple

Of the idol full of trite and shiny toys

In the morning you will say

If only it were evening

I might have rest for my weary soul

In the evening you will say

If only it were morning

I might have light in this pit of woe

So the children of the promise

Played the harlot with the harlot

And the harlot was a harlot after all

And the pleasures they enjoyed

Were the pleasures that destroyed

All the pleasure and the joy which they sought

In the morning you will say

If only it were evening

I might have rest for my weary soul

In the evening you will say

If only it were morning

I might have light in this pit of woe

Can’t you see

You need to come back home

Kibroth Hattaavah

Just like your fathers

Lie in your graves of desire (3x)

There’s a basket in the heavens

Overflowin' full of blessin'

For the chirren who will listen to the Lord

There’s a basket in the heavens

Overflowin' full of blessin'

But the chirren never listen to the Lord

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