Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted thrift With the children of creation futuristic dreams
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we sift Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die
Wont you help me mister Jesus? Wont you tell me if you can? When you see this world we live in Do you still believe in man? If my songs become my freedom And my freedom turns to gold Then Ill ask the final question If the answer could be sold
Well, thats my story and Im sticking to it Cos I got no reason to lie, yeah Forget your problems that dont even exist And Ill show you a way to get by, oh yeah
So come along, you know you matter to me Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah Time to stop all your messing around Dont you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah
Why cant you believe, its not here to perceive Do you always have to be told, yeah For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought Lifes entire answer was sold, oh yeah