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Movin' kinda slow, no I never had much balance Why does everyone I know keep makin' lots a' dough I guess I'll find out soon when I get to that crystal palace in the sky I've heard stories second hand about its grand interior Its gold and silver strands, cathedral ceilings way up high All the furnishing's unique when you get to your crystal palace in the sky Well, I've worked as a part time circus boy Collected cans down Saticoy And patiently put forth my master plan I've imagined futures and full plates And slept with every subliminal tape But now I'm so angry at someone My contract is in breach Why must my crystal palace always be on hold this week? I feel lucky I suppose, at least we're all still breathin' Stuck here in escrow, just a' waitin' out our loan But no big armed patrol will stop me when I get to my crystal palace by and by And it'll be my way or the highway Gettin' to my crystal palace in the sky In the sky In the sky SongtexteIn the sky Gettin' to my crystal palace in the sky In the sky In the sky In the sky Aus Songtexte Mania