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Wizard Buys A Hat Shuffled up 6th street in the rain Kept my head down as I looked past the people And in the department store, I found what I was looking for This is the church; this is the crucible They come out to Broadway and they look for me I'm on the red steps smoking a cigarette Easy to recognize, black bandages on my eyes This is the church; these are the congregants Sun sets on the broad square and lights come up Feel like this town's gonna put a quick end to me But if I came here to drown, I'm gonna take a few people down This is the church occupied by the enemy