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Soothsayer leans up against a wall outside the Temple doors
He's got deep blue eyes and a grin from horn to horn
Greasy hair, salesman smile, burnt orange suit
White patent-leather shoes circa 1974
Well, he looks over his shoulder at the desperate ones
And he, he badgers them before they reach the door
Well, he says, say there sucker, could something so big, so good
Be as easy as just opening the door?
Kneel down to the system, hail religious grind
Now jump like a circus dog through my hoops of fire
You won't find a back door to heaven
You won't find a back door to heaven
Soothsayer lights up a holy smoke
Exhales real big Stings my eyes
And he said, I can make you work hard for nothing
Strive in the dirt and even spook you with the Holy Ghost
I can make you walk around the block twice
just when you wanna go home
Make you jump like a circus dog through my hoops of fire
You won't find a back door to heaven
You won't find a back door to heaven