Inclination of direction
Walk the turned and twisted thrift
With the children of creation

Futuristic dreams we sift
Clutching violently we whisper
With a liquefying cry

Any deadly final answers
That are surely doomed to die


Won't you help me mister Jesus?
Won't 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 I'll ask the final question
If the answer could be sold


Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it
'Cause I got no reason to lie, yeah
Forget your problems that don't even exist

And I'll 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
Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah


Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive
Do you always have to be told, yeah

For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought
Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah