The motorway won't take a horse

The wanderer has found a course to follow


The traveler unpacked his bags for the last time


The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine




Oh no, not me




The circus girl fell off her horse and now she's paralyzed


The hitchhiker was bound and gagged, raped on the roadside


The libertine is locked in jail

The pirate sunk and broke his sail





But I still have to go

I've got to go, so here I go


I'm going to run the risk of being free




The magician's secrets all revealed


And the preacher's lies are all concealed


And all our heroes lack any conviction

They shout through the bars of cliche and addiction





So I've got to go

I've got to go, so here I go


I'm going to run the risk of being free




And in this drought of truth and invention


Whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention


So we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except

Bow down, bow down, bow down to your God


Then we hit the floor and make ourselves and idol to bow before




Well I can't and I wont


Bow down anymore


No more