Pack your bags, get ready to leave,
The time has come at last.
Pharoah decreed we are free,
So you better move your ass.
Slave 1:
Harn I still have things to get!
Harn:
You think that I don't know
Slave 2:
But my bread's not leavened yet
Harn:
Who cares We've got to go.
Don't think about the life that we are leaving from.
Have faith, we will survive, and soon we will become...
Red Sea pedestrians, fleeing through the brine.
I must confess we underestimated Pharoah's mind.
Red Sea pedestrians, fleeing through the brine.
Egypt's equestrians are not so far behind.
Got to make it to the Promised Land on time.
Moses stands upon the rock and raises up his staff.
Thunder rolls, the sky turns red, the sea is split in half.
And now we are...
Red Sea pedestrians, fleeing through the brine.
I must confess we underestimated Pharoah's mind.
Red Sea pedestrians, fleeing through the brine.
Egypt's equestrians are not so far behind.
Got to make it to the Promised Land on time.
Got to make it to the Promised Land on...
Water really really stinks to stand on...
Got to make it to the Promised Land on time!
(Maury Loeb - co-author
Mitch Rotter - co-author)
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Copyright 1993 Zach London