Seven Minutes 'Till Sabbath Lyrics

Zoey knows I don't believe in freedom

'Cause I showed her my permanent mosquito

On leper's island, she said

All is dead or made of lead

You'll starve, but if you can't join 'em, beat 'em

Jacob the patriarch knows every one of my ends

Says if it's broken, it will probably never bend

And I dream to be so holy

But I know that there's only

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend

Now Napoleon, he sits here beside me

Counting his curses, looking for a reason to fight me

He used to think that I was it

He bought a donkey and asked me to sit

Now it's clear that he hates me

'Cause he's just like me

Benny the sage thinks that my sweetwater will transcend

If I only had a hand to lend

He found a loophole in karma cold

He knows there's no such thing as gold

There's just seven minutes 'till Sabbath

And you're waiting on a friend

Oh, and everyone's got answers, but they're only for themselves

Every aching soul's a mirror or a trophy on their shelf of mended hearts

And I'm waiting, waiting on a barstool or a bench

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend

Now Prince Phillip says he knows what it's all about

And Janis said the same when I cried for her to help me out

And the Beatles said it before

But 'tis a pity she was a whore

Went to the vineyard, but no one there could bail me out

Maiden Alice, in our eulogy, says it's too late for amends

And that she'll shade and love me 'till the bitter end

But anyway, I couldn't stay

Needed my head above the waves

Now there's Seven minutes 'till Sabbath

And I'm waiting on a friend

Oh, In the womb, I asked Orpheus and Apollo

If there was something in my guts that I could follow

And it hasn't run out yet

But I haven't cracked the ice of it

And he's catching up and I can only wallow

And I asked Father John if he could mend

He said the same thing as everybody else

Take Jesus or Darwin

As long as you don't leave the garden

'Till there's Seven minutes till Sabbath

And I'm waiting on a friend

Oh, and everyone's got answers, but they're only for themselves

Every aching soul's a mirror or a trophy on their shelf of mended hearts, Oh

And I'm waiting, waiting on a barstool or a bench

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend

Yes I'm waiting, waiting on a barstool or a bench

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend

And when all else failed, I asked the Pharaoh himself

If he could just go away

He said, 'Son, Till they're all enough for you, it seems I'm here to stay

Like the rabbi on the roof, I waited for his hand

Waited for this prologue to end

I won't get up 'cause I'm lazy

I won't get up 'cause I'm crazy

'Till there's seven minutes 'till Sabbath, I'm still waiting on a friend

Waiting, waiting

On a barstool or a bench

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend

Seven minutes 'till Sabbath and I'm waiting on a friend